Maybelle
Female||The schoolhouse||Tagged:Bailey
She hopped down and looked at him her hands tugging at her skirt, “I sure as shooting hope so” She walked up and opened the door with the key, “Do you want to see the inside?” She held the creaking door open into the schoolhouse lined with desk and with pots in certain parts of the room. The chalkboard still with her neat scrawl of Psalms 23,she looked up at the ceiling and shook her head,
“are you sure it isn’t to much? I really don’t want to overwork you Mr,Bailey.” She smiled and rubbed her neck, “But it is mighty kind of you to offer. Most people wouldn’t bat an eye at the problem” She looked out the windows at the sunset over the sand in the city and the children running around, as she turned back, “This schoolhouse and those kids are my family...after my dad passed I moved out here..and..I guess I adopted. Anew life “
“are you sure it isn’t to much? I really don’t want to overwork you Mr,Bailey.” She smiled and rubbed her neck, “But it is mighty kind of you to offer. Most people wouldn’t bat an eye at the problem” She looked out the windows at the sunset over the sand in the city and the children running around, as she turned back, “This schoolhouse and those kids are my family...after my dad passed I moved out here..and..I guess I adopted. Anew life “