We played ladies with a girl called Rhoda. There were six little girls, three in Rhoda’s family and three in ours. So we could have a father, a mother, two children (a good one and a bad one) and a visitor or a servant. But the only one of…
Mother was proud of our dairy. The milk bucket and pans shone like the sun. Old cow was a great red and white spotted beast that gave quantity, but the little Jersey gave quality. The cream was leather thick. Bong(1) brought in the great shining bucket brimming with the…
Laying her hand on me, Mother said to her old friend the Bishop, seated by her bedside, “All my children but this one and the little brother have been received into the Church. I shall not be here when they are old enough for Confirmation. You will see that…
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