6/22/2023 0 Comments The Betrayal by R.L. StineShe had sparkling blue eyes, creamy pale skin, and dimples in both cheeks when she smiled. Put more wood on, Susannah.”įrowning, Susannah straightened up and tossed the locks of escaped hair behind the white collar that covered the shoulders of her dress. “The fire is too low,” her mother said, shaking her head disapprovingly. George’s cries had softened to quiet whimpers as he lay his head against his mother’s stiff white collar. “These biscuits are taking so long to bake.” “It is the best we can afford.” She lifted the squalling baby and held him up to her face. “The blanket will have to do,” her mother replied. I had trouble covering him,” Susannah complained, still bent over the kettle, a few long golden curls falling out of her bun and over her face. “You have wrapped George too tightly again. “Susannah!” Martha Goode’s tone was scolding. Susannah heard the floorboards creak as her mother made her way to the cradle to see what the problem was. The embers died at her feet.Īfter straightening the starched white apron she wore over her heavy, dark maroon skirt, Susannah bent over the bake kettle to lift the heavy lid and peer inside.īehind her in the small borning room, the baby started to cry. Susannah Goode uttered a cry of surprise and jumped back from the hearth. A loud pop sent up a shower of glowing red embers.
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