Keisha plunged the rough, algae-covered sponge into her bucket and shook it, wringing soapy water out between her fists. She tackled her project again, frowning as she scrubbed the last layers of slimy green from the statue’s face.
Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer’s wife. Their house was small, for the lumber to build it had to be carried by wagon many miles.
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, ‘and what is the use of a […]