Teaser Tuesday - What MG Historical novel is this from?
I try not to think of that morning in May of this year of 1851. It is muddled in my brain anyway, maybe because I choose to leave it muddled. I did not see it all, I tell myself. I was upstairs in my room in our rambling white farmhouse, sent upstairs by Papa, because I sassed Aunt Susan Elizabeth. She was Papa's aunt, getting on in years and in grouchiness.