Abigail walked slowly. It was time to CLEAN up, and she wanted to AVAIL herself of every second of peace before the drudgery began. She could hear from above the sounds of the other children going to bed – routines of washing bodies and brushing hair, soon to be murmurs of prayers and the rustling of dozens of sheets as they settled for the night. She knew that she had stacks of dishes and LOADS of laundry to sort before she could begin her own nightly rituals. At least she would not be alone; Ginny was also on night cleaning duty. Ginny was slender like a plant STALK and for all that surprisingly strong. Abigail was glad for Ginny’s company – Ginny was cheerful. The last time Abigail had to fetch flour for Sister, she was terrified. The pantry had felt huge, she had felt small, there were weird noises, and despite frantic reciting of PSALM 91 over and over, she had been very afraid. She hadn’t believed Sister when she said that the sound coming up from the cellar was mice. Mice don’t moan and bang. Abigail decided then and there that she would ask Ginny to go to the pantry if needed. Heck, she would even offer Ginny her best buttons from her collection.

Georg’ann

Light EXTRA candles
Make care PLAIN in all you do
A PSALM in motion

Heather