Manchurian Books

But the next afternoon, when she had to kiss mother good-bye, a
great tide of loneliness rushed over Missy, and all but engulfed
her. She had always known she loved mother tremendously, but till
that moment she had forgotten how very much. She had to concentrate
hard upon "Thy rod and Thy staff" before she was able to blink back
her tears. And mother, noticing the act, commented on her little
daughter's bravery, and blinked back some tears of her own.
In the excitement of packing up to go to grandma's house, Missy to a
degree forgot her grief. She loved to go to grandma's house. She
liked everything about that house: the tall lilac hedge that
separated the yard from the Curriers' yard next door; the orchard
out in back where grew the apples which sometimes gave her an
"upset"; the garden where grandpa spent hours and hours
"cultivating" his vegetables; and grandma's own particular garden,
which was given over to tall gaudy hollyhocks, and prim rows of
verbena, snap-dragon, phlox, spicy pinks, heliotrope, and other
flowers such as all grandmothers ought to have.


Pages:
14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38