“My grandfather built the first house on Pleasent Street, this house, right here. My family has lived here for better than a bundered years. My grandmother planted these roses, and my mother tended them, just as I do.”
No.
Can we take a rose?
Miss Adela Strangeworth seventy-one year old with wide blue eyes and a pretty little dimple showing her lip. Talks to some tourists about how important those roses are and how old. The tourist ask if they could take one and she says no because they do not leave the town.
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“Good morning, Martha.”
‘Morning, Adela”.
“Yes lovely”.
”Lovely day”.
“Martha. You don’t look well”.
“Ran out of sugar for my cake frosting”.
“I’m perfectly all right”.
She handed her money to Mr.Lewis, took her sugar,and went out without speaking again. Looking after her, Miss Strangeworth shook her head slightly. Martha definitely did not look well.
Miss Strangeworth wondered glancing t her quickly, if she had been taking proper care of herself. Martha Harper was not as young as she used to be, Miss Strangeworth thought. She probably could use a good, strong tonic.
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“I’ve been worring, though, about her. Don’t you think she ought to move around more? Try to sit up, for instance? She plain and fancy. Give me a new mother every time”.
“I suppose you’ve got young Don all upset about the fact his daughter is already six months old and hasn’t yet begun to learn to dance?”
“That little girl is going to grow up exectim luxury all her life”.
”That’s the way we wa t her to feel, like a princess?.
“Six months next Tuesday”.
“A princess can be a lot of trouble sometimes. How old is her highness now?”
“She just seems slow. Nonsemse. All babies are diffent. Some of them develop muche more quickly than others. That’s what my mothers says”.
“I haven’t mentioned it to him. I suishes just so precious that I worry about her all the time”.
“Well, apologize to her right now. She probably worring about why you keep jumping around all the time”.
Carrying her little bag of groceries, Miss Strangeworth came out of the store into the bright sunlight and stopped to smile down on the Crane baby. Don and Helen Crane were really the two most infatuated young parents she had ever known, she thought indulgently, looking at the delicately embroidered baby cap and the lace-edged carriage cover.