![]() ![]() ![]() Julia made a noise which sounded suspiciously like a snort. “Father says I ought not to read them too much. “I find it interesting to be aware of what goes on in the world,” Christine acknowledged, barely glancing at the papers. “You ought to try reading, Christine,” Rebecca said softly. This meant she didn’t see Christine’s glare. “I hope the letter will come today and save us all your anxieties on the matter.” Julia, the eldest of the three, did not even look up from her stitching as she commented. Rebecca glanced away from her book to offer a teasing smile. “Are you waiting for the post again?” asked her younger sister. “Waiting on a letter one knows to be full of exciting news is an excruciating experience,” Christine Devon said, slumping in her chair in a most unladylike manner. ![]() For more information, address the author at: Art by Shaela Kay at .Īnd to Mother, who taught me how to do everything. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. ![]()
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