Mary Marie by Eleanor H. (Eleanor Hodgman) Porter
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story in two or three years, when I grow up, and while I'm waiting
there's Father's and Mother's. Nurse Sarah says that when you're divorced you're free, just like you were before you were married, and that sometimes they marry again. That made me think right away: what if Father or Mother, or both of them, married again? And I should be there to see it, and the courting, and all! Wouldn't that be some love story? Well, I just guess! And only think how all the girls would envy me--and they just living along their humdrum, everyday existence with fathers and mothers already married and living together, and nothing exciting to look forward to. For really, you know, when you come right down to it, there _aren't_ many girls that have got the chance I've got. And so that's why I've decided to write it into a book. Oh, yes, I know I'm young--only thirteen. But I _feel_ really awfully old; and you know a woman is as old as she feels. Besides, Nurse Sarah says I am old for my age, and that it's no wonder, the kind of a life I've lived. And maybe that is so. For of course it _has_ been different, living with a father and mother that are getting ready to be divorced from what it would have been living with the loving, happy-ever-after kind. Nurse Sarah says it's a shame and a pity, and that it's the children that always suffer. But I'm not suffering--not a mite. I'm just enjoying it. It's so exciting. Of course if I was going to lose either one, it would be different. |
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