PEARL October 1915
“Mother, Father!” Mary"s changing voice broke as she called to us, as she pulled us out of our death-like slumber, yesterday"s exhaustion barely eased though we remained in our beds.
Peter bolted up and out and I fast on his heels, nearly tripping on the long hem of my nightgown as we fairly slid down the stairs, bare feet scraping on the treads.
We could see only our child"s form as she stood in the open front door, the bright glow of a sunny morning turned her into a silhouette.
Peter grabbed her, lifted her, and brought her face on a level with his.
“Are you all right? Are you hurt?”
Mary shook her head, pushed down upon the arms that held her until her feet once more touched the floor.
“No, Father, but-but look!” She demanded as she pointed a finger out the do
