Kenya Jayne Washington grabbed the bouncing basketball out from under her brother Morgan’s reaching hands, jumped as high as she could, and—swish!—the ball slipped right through the net. Kenya shrieked with glee.
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The kitchen door opened again, and Papa breezed in, greeting everyone cheerfully, smiling at Mrs. Moore, giving Solly a bear hug, and wrapping his arms around Mother, who looked more cheerful immediately.
Kenya Jayne Washington pedaled fast, trying to keep up with her friends’ bikes. Mali and Lisa were two new girls at school, so pretty and popular that Kenya felt special because they had chosen to be her friends.
The teacher said, “We are going to start something very special today. Listen!” A flutelike instrument played a lively tune. Mike listened in delight.
Two girls were whispering behind their hands about the new family. “Well, I think she looks stuck-up,” one said, looking sideways at the older girl who was walking down the hallway toward the earliteen class.
Kenya Jayne Washington gazed eagerly out the car window. “I see it! I see it! It’s just like a castle! I wonder when it will be finished.”
Susannah May Farmer felt like an astronaut in a spacesuit. 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.
Susannah May Farmer walked up two steps to a glass door which had the words “Lilies of the Field” painted on it in fancy gold letters. As she pushed open the door, little bells tinkled cheerfully and warm, sweet-smelling air rushed to greet her.
Joseph Anderson Donetti paused in his writing. “I’m coming!” he called, putting the cap back on the black marker. He sighed. He’d have to finish copying his memory verse onto the wall later. So far he had written only, “My God will meet all.”
