Story Time

There was a troupe of singing girls with a mama.  The younger girls had to be careful.  The older 1s were more adventurous and strangely therefore needed an eye kept upon.  Some were 15 and thought it was old!  They didn't have their britches about them, though, as you'd imagine.  One of them begged their mama to dance oh so often.  Finally, they settled in to a place where they fit.  There were lots of people visiting in the living area, while some of the younger girls hid in their room.  So, the mama person came in and picked the youngest 1 up and went to the drawing room where she tried to talk to her.  Mama had secret favorites..  1 that was pretty young and an older 1, too.  The girl who was pretty young was Christina and she walked to the creek and lay with her fingers drawing in the water, waiting for a fish to catch.  Some other lively girls came out, with curls in their hair and bonnets on their heads and boots on their feet.  Christina was dressed as well.  "Mama," said 1 girl. "Someone."  A lady came and said, "What is it?"  "When can we go to the fair?"  She had freckles in her face looking up and sun bleached white highlights in her hair.  "Very soon, my darling!  Very soon!"  Christina went in to change and got her dress buttoned up.  She was only 12, and the youngest was 7.  Her name was Bella, and she was a favorite, as well.  She took her hand and they went to the caravan, where they waited for the others..  They made camp.  Christina had to keep Bella from exploring, and she went and sat with her mama.  "Ah!" Christina shrieked.  She looked in front of her and loved wolves but darted back at the fire.  The men warded off the wolf.  They set a fire all around the camp.  The men caught fresh fish.  "Yum!"  Finally, a festival by the beach.  Christina explored the beach then came back to have fun.  Christina saw 1 lady putting her arm around a 15-year-old.  Bella was with some other girls her age.  Christina sat on the shore of the beach.  Eventually, Mama came and said, "Chris - ti - na," in a soft feminine voice, "What are you doing?! Ha ha!"  She carried her away, 1st flipped her up on her back then .. There was another little girl, her mama picked her up and carried her on her breast supporting her legs since she could.  The ride home was fun.  The mama came and saw the boys telling all the girls ghost stories in the dark.  Some were frightened and ran to her.  They all went to bed.  Finally they arrived back and life commenced as it had.