“What? You want to walk over to the drug store and have ice cream cones now?” Mom asked, her eyebrows raised. “In this rain?” She glanced at the fat raindrops chasing each other down the kitchen windows.
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By Linda Porter Carlyle MacKenzie Isabelle Evans stuck her finger in the chocolate frosting and licked it. “Stop that!” Mom said. “I had to taste it!” Mac protested. “You can’t put frosting on a cake until you’re sure it tastes right!” Mom looked at her. Her eyes twinkled. “How true,” she said. “You might accidentally
Hannah Maria Estevez didn’t even hear Mama come into the bedroom. She jumped when Mama touched her shoulder. “You need to turn your music down,” Mama said. “I just put Baby Paulo in his crib for a nap.”
Hannah Maria Estevez clutched her purse in her hand and followed Papa down the aisle. She walked very slowly because there was so much to see. Glittery Christmas decorations. Shelves and shelves of fascinating things for sale. And interesting people everywhere.
Joseph Anderson Donetti’seyes sparkled. Talk about a perfect idea! He tucked his Primary Treasure into his Bible and set them down beside the big overstuffed chair. Pastor Chuck would be proud of him!
Trevor Paul Monroe cocked his head and listened to the rain pounding down on the roof. The long branch of the cherry tree in the backyard scraped back and forth across his bedroom window with each gust of wind that whipped around the house.
The Joseph Anderson Donetti stories will help you understand what your Sabbath School lesson can mean for you today. Hannah Maria Estevezwatched the big, brown UPS van pull into the driveway. “Mama! The package man is here!” she called. “I wonder what he’s bringing,” Mama said as she hurried to open the front door. “I’m
“You hurry home, Eddie. It’s a long walk, and it gets dark early now,” Teacher said kindly. Nine-year-old Eddie put his hat on tightly and bundled into his heavy coat and boots. The winter was extra cold, but Eddie didn’t mind.
Leona was playing under the house with her younger sister Vivian, when she heard the door above her crash shut. She looked up and saw Vivian’s twin, Viola, come dashing down the stairs from the mission house. Viola’s dark-brown eyes sparkled as she ran across the cement slab under the house to where her sisters were playing.
