Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman

Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman

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Portrait of Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman The Green Door

She was so naughty that she dared not wait for fear she should remember that she ought to be good. She ran out of the cheese-room, through the kitchen and sitting-room, to her aunt's bedroom, and opened the bureau drawer, and then the satin-wood box. It contained some bits of old lace, an old brooch, a yellow letter, some other things which she did not examine, and, sure enough, a little black key on a green ribbon.
Letitia had not a doubt that it was the key of the little green door. She trembled all over, she panted for breath, she was so frightened, but she did not hesitate.
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Portrait of Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman The Green Door

Letitia felt sure that the boy hung his head in the darkness. He mumbled something incoherent.
“It was out of the window in the lean-to you got, and ran away,” declared the elder Letitia severely. “You are not a boy to be trusted. You can remain here with Letitia, and I will stand guard a little way down the path; and do not speak above a whisper, although I be sure there be none but catamounts to hear.”
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Portrait of Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman The Green Door

If possible, they were all more shocked by that than they had been by her ignorance.
“She doesn't like the good porridge,” the little great-great-aunts said to each other.
“Eat the porridge,” commanded Captain John Hopkins sternly, when he had gotten over his surprise.
Letitia ate the porridge, every grain of it. After breakfast the serious work of the day began. Letitia had never known anything like it. She felt like a baby who had just come into a new world. She was ignorant of everything that these strange relatives knew.
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