Three women could not be more different in temperament, likes, choice of friends than were the three Carr sisters. Each had her own house, interests, friends. Lizzie was a masseuse, Alice had a school, I was an artist. When I acquired Woo, Lizzie protested, Alice shrugged, I gloated—Woo accepted…
Author: Emily Carr
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Woo was probably under two years old when I got her. Trim, alert, dainty, her actions were smart and quick, her coat shone with health—she kept her greeny-brown coat immaculate. Woo’s hazel eyes were set close together and shadowed by bushy brows growing on a prominent ridge of bone—brows…