Carolyn Sherwin Bailey, For the Story Teller: Story Telling and Stories to Tell
“ I must tie them up for you. And no shoes or stockings! Is your mother very poor, boy?”“No,” said John, a little vexed. “We are rich enough to buy all this great meadow if we choose. Here are my shoes and stockings.”“Why, they are quite as wet as your feet. Oh, please let me manage them. I will do it very softly.”“Oh, I don’t mind that,” said John, “but how you are looking at me. I never saw any one like you before. My name is John Ridd. What is your name?”“Lorna Doone,” she answered in a low voice as if afraid of it, and hanging her head so he could see only her forehead and eyelashes ”
