Dorothy scratched her dark head, yawning wide, and white feathers floated out of her hair.
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She leaned out of the window slow and sleepy, and the light came through her nightdress like sand through a sieve.
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Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which ve...
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She was too honest, too natural for this frightened man; too remote from his tidy laws. She was, after all, a country girl; disordered, hysterical, lo...
