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Show Page 141 "It is all right, Twig," I soothed. "You were having a nightmare is all. Did you not remember to put your shoes under your bed with their soles up as Margaret told you to?" Twig nodded. "I did," he whispered. "If that did not banish your bad dreams, then, indeed, it must be thunderous black thoughts that bring you such fears in the night," I told him. 1 felt under his low bed for his worn shoes. "See here," I said. "One shoe had righted itself and was sole downward. Now I have turned it over and you should have no more nightmares this night." I touseled his hair and started back toward the ladder. As I turned to lower myself over the edge, I could see Twig's eyes gleaming round and fearful in the darkness. ******************** April, 1621 Cattapeuk, the season of blossoms has begun. Rain falls often, softening the ground for the tobacco, which we will soon begin to transplant. The men have spent much time clearing land for new fields, not girdling the trees, but cutting them three feet from the ground. Some are hauled away, but some are left to rot, so I have a great bounty of trees to burn for soap |