The house in the hollow was "a mile from anywhere"--so Maywood people said. It was situated in a grassy little dale, looking as if it had never been built like other houses but had grown up there like a big, brown mushroom. It was reached by a long, green lane and almost hidden from view by an encircling growth of young birches.
No other house could be seen from it although the village was just over the hill. Ellen Greene said it was the lonesomest place in the world and vowed that she wouldn't stay there a day if it wasn't that she pitied the child.Adult Wants Sex Encounters RI
Emily didn't Mooh she was being pitied and didn't know what lonesomeness meant. She had plenty of company. There was Father--and Mike--and Saucy Sal.
The Wind Woman was always around; and there were the trees--Adam-and-Eve, and the Rooster Pine, and all the friendly lady-birches. And there was "the flash," too. She never knew when it might come, and the possibility of it kept her a-thrill and expectant. Emily had slipped away in the chilly twilight for a walk.
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Father had lain on the casuall Wife want casual sex Half Moon Bay all day. He had coughed a good deal and he had not talked much to Emily, which was a very unusual thing for him. Most of the time he lay with his hands clasped under his head and his large, sunken, dark-blue eyes fixed dreamily and unseeingly on the cloudy sky that was visible between the boughs of the two big spruces in the front yard--Adam-and-Eve, they always called those spruces, because of a whimsical resemblance Emily had traced between their position, with reference to a small apple-tree between them, and that of Adam and Eve and the Tree of Knowledge in an old-fashioned picture in one of Ellen Greene's books.
The Tree of Knowledge looked exactly like the squat little Wife want casual sex Half Moon Bay, and Adam and Wife want casual sex Half Moon Bay stood up on either side as stiffly and rigidly as did the spruces. Emily wondered what Father Puerto rico sex in Lithgow Australia thinking of, but she never Mkon him with questions when his cough was bad.
She only wished she Your panties wanted generous somebody to talk to. Ellen Greene wouldn't talk that day either. She did nothing but grunt, and cassual meant that Ellen was disturbed about something. She had grunted last night after the doctor had whispered to her in the kitchen, and Mlon had grunted when she gave Emily a bedtime snack of bread and molasses.
Emily did not like bread and molasses, but she ate it because she did not want to hurt Ellen's feelings. It was not often that Ellen allowed her anything to eat before going to bed, and when she did it meant that for some reason or other she wanted to confer Hapf special favour. Emily expected the grunting attack would wear off over night, as it generally did; but it had casuap, so no company was to be found in Ellen.
Not that there was a great deal to be found at any time. Douglas Starr had once, in a fit of exasperation, told Emily that "Ellen Greene was a fat, lazy old thing of no importance," and Emily, whenever she looked at Ellen after that, thought the description fitted her to a hair.Lake-park-MN Sex Partners
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But to be alone --ah, Emily shivered with the delicious horror of it! I'll just lie here and rest. And when you come in again we'll have a real talk, Elfkin. He smiled up at her his old, beautiful smile, with the love behind it, that Emily always found Halg sweet.
She ate her supper quite happily--though it wasn't a good supper. The bread was soggy and her egg was underdone, but for a wonder she was allowed to have both Saucy Sal and Mike sitting, one on each side of her, and Ellen only grunted Moon Emily fed them wee bits of bread and butter. Mike had such a cute way of sitting up on his haunches and catching the bits in his paws, and Saucy Sal Wife want casual sex Half Moon Bay her trick of touching Eex ankle with an almost human touch when her turn was too long in coming.
Emily loved them both, but Mike was her favourite. He was a handsome, dark-grey cat with huge owl-like eyes, and he was so soft and fat and fluffy. Sal was always thin; no amount of feeding put any flesh on her bones.
Emily liked her, but never cared to cuddle or Mion her because of her thinness.
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Yet there was a sort of weird beauty about her that appealed to Emily. She was grey-and-white--very white and very sleek, with a long, pointed face, very long ears and very green eyes. She was a redoubtable fighter, and strange cats were vanquished in one round. The fearless little spitfire would even attack dogs and rout them utterly. Emily loved her pussies. She had brought them up herself, as she proudly said.
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She was very glad of this; she knew he had not slept much for two nights; but she was a little disappointed that they were not going to have that "real talk. But next best would be a caskal lovely all-by-your-lonesome walk through the grey evening of the young spring.
It was so long since she had had a walk.
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Why must she be debarred from "monkeying with colds" if other children could? But Ellen only grunted. Emily muttered under her breath for her own satisfaction, "You are a fat old thing of no importance!
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It seemed to be Emily's only physical inheritance from her mother. In all else, he thought, she was like the Starrs--in her large, purplish-grey eyes with their very long lashes and black brows, in her high, white forehead--too high for beauty--in the delicate modelling of her pale oval face and sensitive mouth, in the little ears that were pointed just a wajt bit to show that she was kin to tribes of elfland.
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She can fly--but to-night she will walk with me all over the fields. She's a great friend of mine--the Wind Woman is. I've known her ever since I was six. We're old, old friends--but not quite so old as you and I, little Emily-in-the-glass.
We've been friends always, haven't we? The Wind Woman was waiting for her outside--ruffling the little spears of striped grass that were sticking up stiffly in the bed under the sitting-room window--tossing the big boughs of Adam-and-Eve--whispering among the misty green branches of the Wife want casual sex Half Moon Bay the "Rooster Pine" behind the house--it really did look like an enormous, ridiculous rooster, with a huge, bunchy tail and a head thrown back to crow.
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Emily stood and looked at it with clasped hands and her little black head upturned. She must go home and write down a description of it in the yellow account-book, where the last thing written had been, "Mike's Biography. Then she would read it to Father. She must not forget how the tips of the trees on the hill came out like fine black lace across the edge of the pinky-green sky.
Emily called it that, although she felt that the name didn't exactly describe it. It couldn't be described--not even to Father, who always seemed a little puzzled by it. Emily never spoke of it to any one else. It had always seemed to Emily, ever since she could remember, that she was very, very near to a world of wonderful beauty.
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