“I just can’t believe it’s true! I’ve pinched myself a dozen times. I’ve pulled my own hair. I’ve looked at myself in the mirror again and again and told myself that it is a fact, that I am I, Nan Sherwood of Tillbury, United States of America and student of Lakeview Hall, and that I am going to sail away next spring to Scotland to visit—”
The end of the sentence was lost in a muffle as Nan pulled off the simple silk frock she had been wearing.
Bess Harley, her closest friend since primary school days, finished it.
“Emberon, the home of your mother’s ancestors.” Her voice sounded unusually heavy. Nan looked around and immediately was all contrition, for Bess’s eyes were full of tears.
Nan Sherwood's Summer Holidays
Annie Roe Carr • Papersense
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