Books author - "May Sinclair"
ut her eyes,squeezing the lids down, frightened. But when she thought of the lane shecould see nothing but the green banks, the three tall elms, and the redcampion pricking through the white froth of the cow's parsley; her motherstood on the garden walk in her wide, swinging gown; she was holding thered and white flowers up to her face and saying, "Look, howbeautiful they are."She saw her all the time while Connie was telling her the secret. Shewanted to get up and go to her. Connie
ut her eyes,squeezing the lids down, frightened. But when she thought of the lane shecould see nothing but the green banks, the three tall elms, and the redcampion pricking through the white froth of the cow's parsley; her motherstood on the garden walk in her wide, swinging gown; she was holding thered and white flowers up to her face and saying, "Look, howbeautiful they are."She saw her all the time while Connie was telling her the secret. Shewanted to get up and go to her. Connie