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A Daughter of the Morning
A Daughter of the Morning
CHAPTER I
I found this paper on the cellar shelf. It come around the boys' new overalls. When I was cutting it up in sheets with the butcher knife on the kitchen table, Ma come in, and she says:
"What you doin' now?"
The way she says "now" made me feel like I've felt before – mad and ready to fly. So I says it right out, that I'd meant to keep a secret. I says:
"I'm makin' me a book."
"Book!" she says. "For the receipts you know?" she says, and laughed like she knows how. I hate cooking, and she knows it.
I went on tying it up.
"Be writing a book next, I s'pose," says Ma, and laughed again.
"It ain't that kind of a book," I says. "This is just to keep track."
"Well, you'd best be doing something useful," says Ma. "Go out and pull up some radishes for your Pa's supper."
I went on tying up the sheets, though, with pink string that come around Pa's patent medicine. When it was done I run my hand over the page, and I liked the feeling on my hand. Then I saw Ma coming up the back steps with the radishes. I was going to say something, because I hadn't gone to get them, but she says: