The Little Girl

The Little Girl he was a figure to de feared and avoided. every morning defore going to work he came into her room gave her a casual kiss, to which she eespoinded with '' goodbye; father'' . and oh, there was a glaqd sense of relief when she heard the noise of the cerriage growing fainter and fainterdo wn the long road. in the evening when he ceme home she stood near the stircase and heard his loud voice in the hell. '' bring my tea into the drawing room ...hasn' t the paper come yet ?mother, go and  see if my paper' s out there -and bring me my slippers .'' kezia, ''mother would call to her,'' if you' re a good gilr you can come down and take off fatther'