In order to help your choice of book along, I’m including the first typed page of each. I’m not going beyond the first typed page, though. Just the first 500 words or so – even if it stops in the middle of a sentence. It will be fun! Trust me.
Presented in order they are listed in the post.
Dorothea Belloit, commonly known as Dollie, walked up the grassy path to the log cabin. Holding her hat in hand, she swung her arms freely, enjoying the sun on her dark brown hair. Her light cotton spring dress blew in the stout breeze that whipped around the curve of the mountain. Smiling, she admired the view. From here, the valley spread out below her, the creek wound along looking more like a snail trail than the rapidly moving mountain stream.
“Lo, Miss Dollie!” Rachel Henry called from the front porch of her split log cabin.
“Lo, Rachel! Is Lucius home?”
“He’s up the holler, Miss Dollie. Kin I fotch him for ya?”
“Yes, please. I need his help down at the school.”
“Sit down, rest a spell. I’ll send one the young’uns for him.” She stood, calling into the house. “Sally, go git Lucius!”
“Yes, Mama!” A barefoot, girl with sand colored braids darted out of the house and ran up the hill as nimbly as a mountain goat.
The women watched her go. Dollie smiled at her companion. Rachel Henry was a slight built woman with golden blonde hair and dancing green eyes.
“She’ll be old enough for school next year, won’t she?”
“Day school, m’bee,” Rachel replied. “Her daddy and me ain’t sure we want her overnight.”
“Oh, she’d do fine in day school. And six is a little young for boarding. Besides, with you so close, there’s no real need for her to board.”
“Reckon Lucius could fotch her most days.”
“Of course he could. They hope to get a bus up here soon.”
Rachel Henry made a rude noise of disgust. “Them new fangled inventions! Don’t trust ’em. Gimme a mule any day.”
“Rachel, cars are hardly new fangled. And they’re such fun. In fact, I just bought a new Studebaker Champion. I named her Bonnie Blue.”
Rachel’s eyes widened and she bit her lip. “A real car, Miss Dollie? Why, that’d be a sight for sure!” Used to trucks, she still puzzled over cars a little.
“When you get a chance, come down with Lucius and I’ll give you both a ride.”
“Not sure Big Earl would like that much.”
Big Earl was Rachel’s husband. True to his name, he was a large man—brutish and slow witted. Dollie often wondered what had attracted the pretty, vivacious, intelligent Rachel to a man as boring
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