It is a cold, snowy morning. Mercy is helping young Dorcas put on her frilly cap and Primrose is pulling on her patched stockings. We bustled around our small bedroom as we pulled on our garments. Then, the silent morning was pierced by Ma’s cry.
“Hurry up, girls! Don’t take all day!” Ma yelled up the ladder. “There is work to do.”
At this, Primrose slid down the ladder soon trailed by Dorcas.
“You don’t want to be the last one to breakfast, Phoebe!” Mercy told me as she followed Dorcas. I sighed, smoothed my plain dress, sighed again, and slide down the ladder after my sisters.
I quickly ate my stale bread and milk. After breakfast were chores, as there were many chores to do. The whole ...view middle of the document...
“Phoebe, why did you throw that plate at me?” Primrose asked. I whipped around and stared at Primrose. She batted her eyelashes innocently and met my glare with equal determination.
“Why would you do such a terrible thing?” She asked again.
The kitchen door was violently whipped open, Ma stept in.
“Oh Ma! Oh Ma!” Primrose wailed dramatically. “Phoebe threw a plate at me!”
“Are you alright my dear girl?” Ma asked Primrose. “Are you all right?”
Then, Ma turned on me. “You horrible, horrible girl!” “Lazy and wicked, as bad as those lobsterbacks you are!”
“I did not do it! I swear!” I said.
“Do not try to defy me, get out of my sight!”
I could tell that Ma was in one of her rages again. Quickly, I fled the kitchen and dashed out into the cold wind. Snow was falling thickly now, I couldn’t see the main house at all. My thin dress barley protected my shivering body. Suddenly, a flash a red appeared before my half shut eyes. Then the red appeared again, it looked a person. A figure bent in the storm. With something strapped to it’s back, was it a pole? No, no… Then, the thought hit me. A redcoat! A soldier! Tramping quickly to the main house! To my house, with Dorcas and Mercy inside.
I dashed back to the kitchen as fast as I could. I burst through the door and starting yelling. I was so nervous and afraid that all of my words got mixed up.
“Red! Dorcas and Mercy! Going to house!” I blubbered frantically.
Primrose, who was wrapped in a old quilt, looked disdainfully at me. Mother stopped washing the dishes and stared at me.
“Is Phoebe trying to get attention again? Talking nonsense will not do you any good, dear.” Primrose said stiffly.
“Please, Ma, beleive me! This is serious! I am not lying, there is a redcoat going to the house.”
Ma took a few steps toward me. Everything was silent, even the fire seemed to stop crackling. Primrose watched me from her seat next to the hearth. Ma took another slow step toward me, her eyes narrowing. All of a sudden, Ma slapped me. A burning sensation fired up in my cheek. A tear welled up in the corner of my eye. I saw Primrose smirk and Ma’s brow furrow.
“That will teach you a lesson, lying to your own Ma like that! A lazy, wicked liar you are! Now, there will be no supper for you tonight. Or dinner!” Ma fumed.
“Indeed!” Primrose agreed in contempt.
I felt myself be shoved outside the warmth of the kitchen. Primrose gladly escorted me outside into the snow.
“No, No!” I cried desperately. “Please believe me! Primrose! Ma! Please!”
Ma was about to answer my pleas with a sharp scolding until a scream was heard. Mercy’s frightened voice was heard from the house, “Mother! Mother! Come quick! Help me!”
Before Primrose could react, Ma rushed past us. Her checkered shawl flapping in the bitter wind like a bird. Primrose and I followed Ma to the house. Primrose tried to shove ahead of me but she slipped on a sheet of ice. I saw her apron get caught of the edge of a rock and her cap fly...