Sophie nearly choked on her tea. She had just been chatting with her grandmother, Margaret Elizabeth
The Mysterious Painting Alice sat in the backseat of the car, gazing out the window. Her spirits were
“Go on ahead, I’ll catch up later.” “Where are you?” “At the cottage.
Slamming his hand down on the alarm clock, Lenny Fisher dragged himself out of bed and padded barefoot
“You go ahead, I’ll catch up.” “Where are you?” “At the cottage.
**The Grumpy Old Woman** Emma stepped out of the cab and waited for little Sophie to climb out after her.
“You’re a husband, not a piece of furniture.” “You bought the wrong bread again.
The Spiteful Old Woman Emma stepped out of the taxi and waited as little Amelia struggled free from the backseat.
The Nasty Old Woman Emily stepped out of the cab and waited for little Alice to scramble out after her. “
“Following in His Footsteps” “Mick, what’s wrong with you? Look at this—English, a