\"Writing.Com
*Magnify*
    November     ►
SMTWTFS
     
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
Archive RSS
SPONSORED LINKS
Printed from https://writing.com/main/books/entry_id/455346-Our-Daily-Bread
Item Icon
\"Reading Printer Friendly Page Tell A Friend
No ratings.
by RatDog Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 13+ · Book · Technology · #1157804
You ever read those random sentences tacked onto Spam emails to fool the filters?
#455346 added September 17, 2006 at 3:14am
Restrictions: None
Our Daily Bread
While the boy harnessed the horse, he asked questions. About ten o'clock the two sisters went over to Isabel's place. He covered it up neatly again and went out to the field. Why in the world should they worry about such things as the outcome of certain elections?

They had supper; and although it was still broad daylight, Pete went to bed. Before they left Fisher Landing, Cathleen, Margaret, and John talked matters over.

The two boys, sons of the dead man, looked disconcertedly serious. Occasionally Henrietta sat down in the sick-room.
Well, Cathleen, you know yourself how it is.

They did not know that these infirmities were not nearly so real as they presumed.

© Copyright 2006 RatDog (UN: cyam_01 at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
RatDog has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://writing.com/main/books/entry_id/455346-Our-Daily-Bread