I don’t know how I got to know Mrs. Downie because she was exclusive. “Come to tea and bring your doings,” she invited. For the moment my “doings” were effigies of the two Doctors. The ‘Ups’ bought wooden dolls for me at the village shop in Stillfield. I…
Author: Emily Carr
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A gaunt creature, wobbling between dignity and weakness, made her first appearance on the terrace. She chose the lounge chair that was between one occupied by a woman with transparent ringed hands and another containing an abnormally clerical parson, with a collar like a retaining wall. When…
Dr. Bottle bustled down from London. Nothing so delighted her as to get some patient a little out of the ordinary. “Youngest yet!” she purred, leading the way to the largest, most expensive room in the San. A young couple followed carrying a baby, a pitiful little…
