“The stove, she knew, wished it were a volcano, the humble teaspoons wished they were steamshovels, and the sink wished it were a well so all the others could have their wishes. Yet they all stayed exactly the same no… — Georgess McHargue Copy Share Image
The rhythm of the ride carried them on and on, and she knew that the horse was as eager as she, as much in… — Georgess McHargue Copy Share Image
“The stove, she knew, wished it were a volcano, the humble teaspoons wished they were steamshovels, and the sink wished it were a well… — Georgess McHargue Copy Share Image
