“That’s amazing! You tricked them!” Susannah leaned closer to smell the strong, sweet odor.
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MacKenzie Isabelle Evans had a pen pal! Clutching her first letter from her new friend, she raced out her back door to go and show Joseph.
“Can we have one of those baby parties when they get back?” he asked suddenly. “You know, one of those parties to give the baby presents?”
MacKenzie Isabelle Evans slammed shut the fat book on her lap. She slid out of the big overstuffed chair by the wood stove. The book slid to the floor.
“Nothing’s the matter!” Mac hollered. “Just come over! I just got the best Christmas present in the world! I can’t even believe it!”
“What’s the matter with you?” Mac demanded. “This is the third game you’ve said you don’t want to play!” She ticked the games off on her fingers. “First, we played Dominoes and you quit. Then we played Go Fish, and you said it was a silly game. Now you don’t want to play Checkers. What do you want to do?”
By Linda Porter Carlyle Joseph Anderson Donetti stared at the ceiling from where he sleepily lay on the living room rug. He gave a contented sigh. Rain drummed against the side of the house, but the woodstove filled the room with comforting warmth. He heard a tiny rustling sound as G.M. turned a page of
Joseph Anderson Donetti hurried down the hall to his classroom. He hoped he wasn’t late. He hated being late.
