Mrs. Stout made Charlotte's clothes. She always did. One day she made a black dress for Charlotte and sewed yellow chickens on both pockets.
Charlotte thought her dress was nice. It was certainly different, but she liked it. But when she went to school it was a different matter. Oh, how the children made fun of her new dress. But, boy did she ever tell them off and set matters straight:
"Well, it's my dress and I like it. I find it attractive, if you don't mind."
Charlotte didn't have to tell them her mother made the dress for her for they had drawn that conclusion...

In this stirring and enchanting book, Banks tells the intensely human story of a dying woman, Agnes Mary, whose recordings in her diary reveals the struggles and devotion of her fellow travelers in distant, foreign lands and leaves a legacy of hope and encouragement to all who read this tale of guts and valor.

This saga is based on our hero's extensive diary; her near-motionless body that lay in bed, soon to remain forever still; her weak voice that will before long become silent, with faint breath that in a little while would be snuffed out. Her loving sister, Sister Dorothea,...

In this stirring and enchanting book, Banks tells the intensely human story of a dying woman, Agnes Mary, whose recordings in her diary reveals the struggles and devotion of her fellow travelers in distant, foreign lands and leaves a legacy of hope and encouragement to all who read this tale of guts and valor.

This saga is based on our hero's extensive diary; her near-motionless body that lay in bed, soon to remain forever still; her weak voice that will before long become silent, with faint breath that in a little while would be snuffed out. Her loving sister, Sister Dorothea,...