Mop-Head

By Leah Bodine Drake

In abandoned cisterns and old wells, in moldy heaps of straw forgotten in the corners of deserted barns, in reedy pools deep in the woods, in fungied hollows of dead trees, in all such secret places apart from man, strange life engenders, drifts in and takes root and form. In a place called Yancey's Meadow such a thing grew and waxed and made itself a shape, listened and dozed and waited.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Start Publishing LLC
• Release date: Apr 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781682997222

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Mop-Head

By Leah Bodine Drake

Start Publishing LLC

Copyright © 2015 by Start Publishing LLC

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First Start Publishing eBook edition July 2015

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ISBN 13: 978-1-68299-722-2

Mop-Head

By Leah Bodine Drake

In abandoned cisterns and old wells, in moldy heaps of straw forgotten in the corners of deserted barns, in reedy pools deep in the woods, in fungied hollows of dead trees, in all such secret places apart from man, strange life engenders, drifts in and takes root and form.

In a place called Yancey’s Meadow such a thing grew and waxed and made itself a shape, listened and dozed and waited.

Dorothy, where are you and Harry Todd going?

Just over the Yancey’s Meadow to play, Mrs. Trevyllian.

Not Mrs. Trevyllian, honey—mother.

"Yes . . . mother."

Well, don’t you all stay long. Daddy’ll be home from Court early today.

"Yes’m . . . mother."

Oh, dear, thought Aline Loveless, will I ever make a dent in that child’s affections? Won’t she ever forget that I was Mrs. Trevyllian and not her natural-born mother? Little Harry Todd accepts me—at least, he tolerates me. But Dorothy, no.

The stout, pretty red-haired woman watched the two little figures, seven-year-old girl and five-year-old brother, as they moved off towards the fields that lay close by, for the home of Jeff Loveless stood on the edge of the small