I heard two women talking. One said to the other, “Mrs. Crane has a large heart.” “Yes,” replied her companion, “and it is in the right place too.” I thought, “That’s queer–hearts are in the middle of people. How can any person know if another person’s heart is big…
Author: Emily Carr
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The wicker chair was new and had a crisp creak. At a quarter to eight every morning Father sat in it to read family prayers. The little book the prayers came out of was sewed into a black calico pinafore because its own cover was a vivid colour and…
