“Oh, no; she must be Jean.”
skyexch.art, It was May Nell who first broke the silence. She had been thinking. “It isn’t so very bad to have to work, is it? Your mama looks happier than my mama does. She said she’d rather wear calico and work ever so hard, and have papa at home, than be the richest, richest without him. She cries a lot—my mama does. And now—she’s crying—for me.” The last word was a sob.
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skyexch.art Jean, too, crossed the little bridge, climbed the fence, mounted her wheel, and rolled off down the dusty road..
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