Eppie Morrie 3"Many suitors came to propose to young Eppie Morrie. But she refused all. As for Lillian she refused to remarry again. She raised Eppie into a fine lady. 'My daughter will find a wonderful suitor.. If she'd stop sending them away.' sighed Lillian to her friends. They all laughed, 'what a strange girl she is.' Eppie Morrie loved to dance in the meadow behind her house. Arms stretched wide and skirt flowing out. Now you would think that if Eppie sent away her suitors that they leave her alone right?" Puzzlement pranced on the children's faces. "Well there was one suitor who wanted her for himself. She lied to him many times saying 'William leave me alone, I am already to be wed.' He however didn't believe her. 'Eppie I know you have something for me.' 'William, leave me alone' sneered Eppie bearing her teeth. Jumping on his horse William rode away leaving Eppie alone. Sighing Eppie ran her hand through her brown hair and walked home to Lillian. 'Hello mother, William came to v
Eppie Morrie 2Tiny eyes began to drift asleep. Little snores escaped their mouths. "grandma! Please tell us more." whined the children. Shaking her head the old woman scurried her grandchildren off to bed. "In the morning my little ones. After your lessons and chores." She blew out the candle. The house was quite as she slipped into bed listening to the hooting of the owls. Morning rose and she climbed out of bed. Children ran around the house again, another early morning. Helping with breakfast she feed the children and rushed them to school. Being alone she continued on her knitting. Cows mooed, chickens clucked, just another morning. Lily was being scolded by her music teacher. Her recital was in a few days and she couldn't hit the right note and the tone. Perfection was everything. The boys helped in the fields, the ones out of school, then the younger children rushed into the house. Squawks filled the house. "Tell us more! More"Putting down her needles the old woman looked for her pipe. "Who h
Eppie MorrieThe sound of laughter ran around the house as a old woman sat on her rocking chair smoking a pipe. A small smile was laid on her face. Shyly a young girl walked up to the smoking old lady and pulled on her dress."Grandma, will you tell us a story?"Smiling the old woman took the pipe from her mouth and nodded. Her green eyes tired with life. Patting her knee the young girl climbed onto her lap giggling. Shouting the other children herded around the chair screaming 'story time'. This was the favorite part of the children's night. The wind blew through the windows kicking of the smell of oranges. Five little girls and two young boys huddles around the chair staring at the old woman with big bright eyes."What story shall we hear today?" Asked the old woman holding the pipe carefully in her hand. Her wrinkles hanging softly around her face, her gray hair pulled into a bun. All the children started shouting at once, "War!" Shouted the boys clashing their wooden swords together. "Romance."