Today I felt a bit like Frances.
"Well," said Frances, "things are not very good
around here anymore. No clothes to wear.
No raisins for the oatmeal.
I think maybe I'll run away."
"What time will dinner be tonight?" said Frances.
"Half past six," said Mother.
"Then I will have plenty of time to run away
after dinner," said Frances,
and she kissed her mother good-bye
and went to school.
I'd like to run away.
"Where are you running away to?" said Father.
"I think that under the dining-room table is the best place,"
said Frances. "It's cozy,
and the kitchen is near if I run out of cookies."
But not very far. And to somewhere with cookies nearby.
From our bedtime story A Baby Sister for Frances by Russell Hoban, 1964, renewed 1992.
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2 comments:
we love frances.
(haven't read that one.)
sometimes we also like to sing to our food. (bread and jam for frances.)
tomorrow you will run away close by :)
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