Subject: pronounced Presidents' Day

From: "Ruth Wooten" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 9 Sep 2006 13:25:14 -0400

Im afraid to speak out loud for fear itwill vanish. Gulls never come up this far except before astorm. Itwould not have occurred if you had not been out with Ilse Burnleyin defiance of my advice.
Shes been walking the floor all day but weve got herpersuaded to lie down a bit. Then something happened whichpassed in the wink of an eye, but takes several seconds todescribe. The discovery of beautiful and interesting words always gives mejoy.
The far-off hillsturned beautifully purple against the radiant sky.
Theres a lotof marshland west of the Bradshaw farm, full of bogs and pools.
Wed better go to thathouse over there and ask if we can stay all night. To rate US as if wewere responsible for the politics of the Times!
Why, that must have been inanother world.
Gulls never come up this far except before astorm.
Where had hebeen the previous night when she had lain in the ecstasy of wild,free hours?
Besides, Ive always longed to sleep out in the open.
I hear the Wind Woman running with soft, softfootsteps over the hill.
It was easy to ascend the little haystack.
We are going tocanvass the Western Road that evening. The tri-angle of seashimmered into violet. This was a questionwhich, for some mysterious reason, always annoyed Emily. Her husbands out looking for littleAllan.
ANYTHING may be beyond those hills aheadof us. Im out to get subscriptions, not to make widows. For once an eavesdropper heard something goodof herself! But nobody saw anythingof him round the wharf or the bridge that morning. Ilse, itappeared, was slightly pessimistic in regard to her matrimonialchances.
Though it isnt any use NOW, said one woman gloomily, exceptthat they may find his little body. Emily and Ilse exchanged shocked glances. But I had to keep a grave face and explain to AuntRuth.
To rate US as if wewere responsible for the politics of the Times!
I am NOT tired and I will go to bed when I choose, JuliaHollinger.