The Harvest of Years
Among my earliest recollections these three words have a place coming to my ears as the presages of a reprimand. I had made a frantic effort to lift my baby-brother from his cradle and had succeeded only in upsetting baby pillows and all waking my mother from her little nap while brother Hal stood by and shouted "Emily did it."
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