Beyond The Dawn books

JoAnn Wendt

Jane Brown! Get down here, you worthless chit. Earn your keep, girl. This is Market Day. You’ve the hens to do, peas and lettuce to pick. Your master’s not yet seen hide nor hair of his breakfast. Must I shout my lungs out? Jane!” Flavia groaned. The straw-filled mat snapped crisply under her as ...