She opened the windows and doors, letting in the fresh morning air scented still with Stocks and damp grass. It was Dolly's favourite time of day, when the world was cool and quiet, and the day full of hope.
She thought she heard a sound above. Emily might be stirring. She made the tea, and found an unusually pretty porcelain cup, given long ago to her mother, for Emily's tea.
~ Emily David by Miss Read
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