Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 27, 2025
When Emily opened the kitchen door of the Fair homestead Almira Sentner cried out in her alarm, who or what was this creature with the white face and wild eyes, with her torn and dripping garments and dishevelled, wind-writhen hair and the big drops of blood slowly trickling from her brow? The next moment she recognized Emily and her face hardened.
And beyond us, on the hill, the homelight was glowing from the farmhouse window like a beacon of old loves. November wakened from her dream of May in a bad temper. The day after the picnic a cold autumn rain set in, and we got up to find our world a drenched, wind-writhen place, with sodden fields and dour skies.
But Miss Calista's face was so guileless and her tone so friendly, that he thought better of it and sprang in beside her, and Dapple broke into an impatient trot down the long hill lined with its bare, wind-writhen maples. After a few minutes' silence Miss Calista turned to her moody companion.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking