Chapter 25 A WEAVER OF DREAMS

It took Emily several weeks to make up her mind whether she liked

Mr Carpenter or not. She knew she did not DIS-like him, not even

Though his first greeting, shot at her on the opening day of school

In a gruff voice, accompanied by a startling lift of his spiky grey

Brows was, "So you're the girl that writes poetry, eh? Better

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