. The Ladies' home journal. BY LUCIA ALZAMORA THERE were about twenty children at Miss Bennetts camp the summer thatDeirdre was there, and in later years every one of them remembered it as asort of heaven. When Deirdre grew up and had children of her own she usedto lie beside them in the dark, after they had gone to bed, and tell themstories about it. She sometimes thought that if she had never gone there shewouldnt have grown into the sort of woman who told her children stories. Shehad been such a dreadful little girl. That was what Greenie had thought on the hot July day that she first sawDe
. The Ladies' home journal. BY LUCIA ALZAMORA THERE were about twenty children at Miss Bennetts camp the summer thatDeirdre was there, and in later years every one of them remembered it as asort of heaven. When Deirdre grew up and had children of her own she usedto lie beside them in the dark, after they had gone to bed, and tell themstories about it. She sometimes thought that if she had never gone there shewouldnt have grown into the sort of woman who told her children stories. Shehad been such a dreadful little girl. That was what Greenie had thought on the hot July day that she first sawDeirdre. It had seemed to Greenie that the entire Grand Central Station wasfilled with screaming children and, in spite of arm bands, she had had no con-ception of how she and the two other counselors were to herd out their ownseven- and eight- and nine-year-olds. When she saw Deirdre Reynolds, though,she knew her at once because of her resemblance to her fabulous father. The child stood alone beside her small suitcase. She h
Size: 2248px × 1111px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1880, bookidladieshomejourna65janwyet
