by Gwendolyn BrooksMama, Maud Martha and Helen rocked slowly in their rocking chairs, and looked at the late afternoon light on the lawn, and at the emphatic iron of the fence and at the poplar tree.
"Well, I do know," said Mama, turning her hands over and over, "that I've been getting tireder and tireder of doing that firing.
From October to April, there's firing to be done."
"But lately, we've been helping, Helen and I," said Maud Martha.
They could not tell a thing from the way Papa was walking.
Mama's footsteps hurried away.
"I think," said Helen, rocking rapidly, "I think I'll give a party. I haven't given a party since I was eleven. I'd like some of my friend...
Allowed
Microsoft Office Word (.doc, .dot) - application/msword
... 
