The Facts And Fictions of Minna Pratt
“oh . . . oh say can you See by the dawn’s early Light what so proudly we Hailed at the twilight’s last gleam . . .”
Their team, the Moles, had played well, with Emily making a final dramatic out at home plate. McGrew, lost in thought, had dropped the one fly ball that came to him.
“I was thinking about my science report,” he explained to Emily.
“Didn’t you wonder what all the shouting was about?” asked Emily kindly.
“No,” said McGrew. “I didn’t hear the shouting.”
“Did the sunlight get in your ...eyes?” asked Minna.
“There isn’t any bright sunlight,” he pointed out.
Honest McGrew.
“Dad should teach you how to catch a ball the right way,” said Minna. “He should!”
“Yes,” said McGrew. “But I don’t know if Dad can do it.”
Minna looked sharply at him, suddenly thinking of Lucas’s words: My parents are not the hopscotch type.
Minna put the end of the middle finger of her left hand in the palm of her right, moving it back and forth absentmindedly.MoreLess
Their team, the Moles, had played well, with Emily making a final dramatic out at home plate. McGrew, lost in thought, had dropped the one fly ball that came to him.
“I was thinking about my science report,” he explained to Emily.
“Didn’t you wonder what all the shouting was about?” asked Emily kindly.
“No,” said McGrew. “I didn’t hear the shouting.”
“Did the sunlight get in your ...eyes?” asked Minna.
“There isn’t any bright sunlight,” he pointed out.
Honest McGrew.
“Dad should teach you how to catch a ball the right way,” said Minna. “He should!”
“Yes,” said McGrew. “But I don’t know if Dad can do it.”
Minna looked sharply at him, suddenly thinking of Lucas’s words: My parents are not the hopscotch type.
Minna put the end of the middle finger of her left hand in the palm of her right, moving it back and forth absentmindedly.MoreLess
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