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Anne is reading
Journey to the Well by Diana Wallis Taylor
Hannah paused, studying Marah's face for a moment. "It is in the hands of God."
Marah looked up at Mount Ebal. The hands of God. Were they like her father Jared's hands, gentle and loving, yet firm when she misbehaved? Her father had always said, "Doesn't the God of all the earth know His way?" What was God's way for her?
Holly is reading
The Wicked Enchantment by Margot Benary-Isbert
"Is that so?" Gundula said with her nose in the air. "Now suppose you take yourself off to bed, Miss Florus. Little girls have a way of getting pert when their elders let them stay up too late."
Whereupon she opened the door to the adjoining room, which Anemone had never yet seen because she had only come on daytime visits.
There stood a huge bed with pillows piled high, and enclosed with billowing hangings which Aunt Gundula had covered with needlework. These curtains were more beautiful than the loveliest picture book. All along the lower hem there were fish, shellfish and all kinds of strange-looking deep-sea creatures swimming about among gardens of coral and green seaweed. The mid-section was devoted to the solid world of stones and the lively world of plants and animals. Here gems flashed sparkling colors, flowers of every description budded and blossomed, animals of many kinds leaped or crouched, while above their heads flew glinting birds, butterflies and beetles. Way up at the top was the sun, flanked by planets and the signs of the zodiac. It was all so entertaining that Anemone completely forgot how tired she was. But the strangest part of it all was that high up, at the very mid-point of the canopy, was perched Gundula's beehive, humming incessantly on a deep note.
"The humming puts you to sleep faster than anything," Gundula said. "And now let's find you a nightgown."
Lily is reading
If Jesus Came to My House by Joan Gale Thomas
And then we'd play with all my toys,
my nicest toys of course,
and He should have the longest ride
upon my rocking horse.