A Daughter of the Morning
CHAPTER I
I found this paper on the cellar shelf. It come around the boys' new overalls. When I was cutting it up in sheets with the butcher knife on the kitchen table, Ma come in, and she says:
"What you doin' now?"
The way she says "now" made me feel like I've felt before—mad and ready to fly. So I says it right out, that I'd meant to keep a secret. I says:
"I'm makin' me a book."
"Book!" she says. "For the receipts you know?" she says, and laughed like she knows how. I hate cooking, and she knows it.