MacKenzie Isabelle Evans walked down the sidewalk, pulling her old red wagon behind her. That meant it must be Tuesday afternoon because Tuesday afternoon was Mac’s “going to the market for Miss Hazel and Miss Minerva” afternoon.
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“Dad, the pine trees on these mountains are so beautiful!” Tanya exclaimed. “I can’t wait to go hiking!”
MacKenzie Isabelle Evans opened her eyes. The bedroom was dark and cold and quiet. She wondered whether it was still night. She turned her head and looked at the clock that sat on the old desk near her bed.
Uncle Rollo tried to hug all three of them at once. Mac smiled up at him. She hadn’t seen her great-uncle Rollo since she was five years old, but she remembered his thick black glasses and his kind eyes. She remembered the wonderful stories he told about the snakes he had found and baby rabbits and other wild animals.
Michael Arthur Patterson leaned against the window, listening to the hiss and patter of raindrops. Usually, he liked the sound of the rain, but it had been raining all week, and he was sick of it. Besides, he was feeling sad today.
Solly grunted again as he and Susannah (and Luke) tipped the wheelbarrow while Matt scooped out a pile of mulch for the petunias.
MacKenzie Isabelle Evans couldn’t believe her eyes as she looked out the bedroom window! In fact, she rubbed them to make sure she was not dreaming. “It snowed!” she shrieked as she leaped out of bed. “It snowed!”
Susannah May Farmer felt like an astronaut in a space suit. She had on warm clothes, a thick snowsuit, a scarf, and a hat. Now she was trying to bend over far enough to get her boots on, and it wasn’t easy.
Michael Arthur Patterson was so excited he almost forgot to be careful as he hurried toward the stairs that led from his family’s apartment to the florist shop below. He could hear his father coming up the steps. “Dad! Dad!”