Subject: protrude malicious

From: "Jennifer Mitchell" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 9 Aug 2006 15:23:11 -0400

Gwennie sulked all the evening and Marigold felt badly because shereally liked Gwennie very much.
Didnt even worry when they put him out ofthe ministry. Im just going to get abottle out right now and open it.
Didnt even worry when they put him out ofthe ministry. Its sorry I am that yere goin instead o comin, she saidgraciously.
She had to tormentsomebody as an outlet to her nerves, and Marigold was the only onehandy.
I dont care if you ARE shocked, Miss Prim, said Gwendolen.
Marigold thought of the Hidden Land and the spruce hill and Sylvia.
But Marigold would not allow Gwennie to baptise the kittens. The Weed Man grinned at her over his shoulder.
The Weed Mans place was at the end of a wood road far down bythe red harbour shore. He had beautiful clear blue eyes that told he had keptthe child-heart. Well leave the holy thingsout since youre so squeamish. Though she couldnt have given the slightest reason for it.
Sir John Carter is ever so muchbetter looking than our Liberal man. I cant drive you home and then drive back fourteen miles in arainstorm. If THAT happenedMarigold knew she would never be the same girl again. If threewomen couldnt look after her it was none of his business. Gwennie knelt down with one eye on Marigold. Goodness, arent we going to have anything for supper but a glassof water?
Yet laugh Marigold sometimes hadto till the pew shook and Grandmother glared at her. Come, she said imperiously, snatching Marigolds hand. He killed a nail onthe floor with a squirt of tobacco-juice and hunted out a file verydeliberately. Why couldnt Gwen make the best of things? Grandmother was getting a new black satin made and Motherhad a date with the dentist. In a sense Marigold was enjoying herself.