Frightville
“Mara! We're going to be late!”
Mara ignored her fathers call. She was painting the window trim in the attic bedroom, and was nearly finished.
“Mara!” her father called again, a little more loudly.
“You’d better go,” her mother said “This can't wait.”
Mara set her paintbrush down and untied the strings of her apron she had over her school clothes. “All right,” she said as she hung the apron on a hook. “But don't do any more work until I get home. Promise”
“I promise,” her mother said. I have to work on the plans for Hudson’s house today anyway.” Mara went over to where her mother was seated at her drafting table and gave her a hug. “I'm sure the house you're designing for them is nice.” she said “but not as nice as my house.
Her mother laughed, “Of course not,” she said “I save all my best ideas for you.”
“Mara!”
“Coming!” Mara shouted as she took one last look at the huge dollhouse sitting on the workbench and reluctantly went downstairs.