People dropped in to bring “an item” of local gossip; to place a classified ad; to pay for a year’s subscription, often with a couple of dozen fresh eggs, a piece of home-cured meat, a sack of potatoes, or even with home-canned fruits and vegetables. Very rarely the subscriptions were paid for in...
She should have been exultantly happy, but she only felt a vast weariness still. Bill’s hand closed warmly over hers where it lay in her lap, and his eyes on her were ardent and eager. “Sure you were in there pitching. Nobody needs to tell me that, darling,” he said huskily, when Elaine had spoke...
Marsden would like to see you, if you aren’t too busy, Miss Westbrook,” said Ethel, and winked. “You’d better not be! I think he’s in a jam.”“Fancy that!” murmured Hilary wickedly, and Ethel chuckled.Hilary opened the door into Dr. Marsden’s office and said politely, “You wanted to see me, Doctor...
She looked up to wave a grubby trowel at Joel as he got out of the car and came across the lawn toward her. She was on her knees on a pad made of oilcloth tacked over squares of an old matting rug. She wore a green smock that had absurd appliqued flowers on the capacious pockets. Joel greeted her...
She stood still for a moment before she set her teeth and went on up toward her own room. Bix was outside the Old Gentleman’s door, scowling in the sun-drenched corridor. But as Judy came to the top of the stairs, he saw her, and his scowl vanished beneath a friendly, admiring smile as he came to...