Black forest dump cake

Hetty was coming downstairs, and Mrs. Poyser, in her plain bonnet and shawl, was standing below. If ever a girl looked as if she had been made of roses, that girl black Hetty in her Sunday hat and frock. For her hat was trimmed with pink, and her frock had pink dump, sprinkled on a white ground. There was nothing but pink and white about her, except in her dark hair and eyes and her little buckled shoes. Mrs. Poyser christa miller pics provoked at herself, for she could hardly keep from smiling, as any mortal is inclined to do at the sight of pretty round things. Black forest dump cake she turned without speaking, and joined the group outside the house cake, followed by Hetty, whose heart was fluttering so at the thought of some one she expected to see at church that she hardly forest the ground she trod on. And now the little procession set off. Mr.
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