Aunt Laura came running out to meet them, her
lovely blue eyesshining with pleasure.
Rhoda Stuart willbe cross because she was just
longing to be old enough to wear abustle. He was solonely that he laughed at
himself. Nobody ever knew, not even the brown mouse of a wife. That iswhat the
Priests all call me behind my back. I have been wondering how Ill sign my name when
I grow upand print my pieces.
I didnt think Aunt Elizabeth saw me but shedid and
said had I gone crazy. MrCarpenter said it and HE doesnt flatter.
There is no place just like dear New Moon, thought
Emily. Outgrowing things we love is never a pleasant process.
Why does Aunt Elizabeth think anyone is crazy who
does something she never does?
The Enterprise had a Poets Corner where original
verses werefrequently printed. She doesnt know that YOUknow she poisoned Smoke and
Buttercup.
Mr Carpenter pounced on hergift like a starving dog
on a bone and drilled her without mercy. A blind person might have seen that Uncle
Wallace thought this verysplendid of himself.
I am writing a murder story now and I am trying to
feel how a manwould feel who was a murderer. He sent me a little poem he had cut out
of apaper called The Fringed Gentian. It would be well if THAT were the only thing
in which you resemblethem, she said.
She drained the draught of failureto the very
dregs. This picture, in her bedroom,of the golden-haired, rose-cheeked girl, was all
her own.
We have only fought twicesince I came
home.
She is going to be married andIlse says that when
her father heard it he said God help the man. I dont like feather wings on angels,
she said decidedly.
On the floor was a pretty homespun carpet and round
braided rugs.
He sent me a little poem he had cut out of apaper
called The Fringed Gentian.
There is no place just like dear New Moon, thought
Emily.
It was quite an easy matter for a girlwho had once
upon a time invented a language of her own. There is no place just like dear New
Moon, thought Emily. Why does Aunt Elizabeth think anyone is crazy who does
something she never does?
I dont think itwould hurt you to be as polite to me
as you are to other people.
What are you going to do with her, Elizabeth? How
glad she was to see his kindface with its gentle, elfish eyes and forked beard
again!
On either side were lovable little cupboardswith
leaded-glass doors like those in the sitting-room.