by Sara C. Snider | Sep 9, 2016 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Chester’s Field Day Just as Hawthorn let down his crystalline wall and retrieved his jacket, a carriage came rattling down the road behind them, headed their way. The carriage slowed as it approached and Tum scowled down at them from his perch...
by Sara C. Snider | Sep 2, 2016 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Disastrous Discipline Holly sat on the step of Emmond’s front porch, resting her chin on her palm with her elbow propped on her knee while Hawthorn paced back and forth behind her. Of all the stupid ideas Hazel’s ever come up with, this...
by Sara C. Snider | Aug 26, 2016 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Meeting the Mayor “Have you gone mad?!” Holly shouted as she and Hazel stood alone in the main room of the cottage. “You’re going to let him flog you?!” Hazel flinched. Holly wasn’t usually one to shout....
by Sara C. Snider | Aug 19, 2016 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Witnessing Trouble “He’s not really going to tar and feather you, is he Hazel?” Holly asked. “Perhaps we should think about leaving,” Hawthorn said, “before we find out.” “Would someone please tell me...
by Sara C. Snider | Aug 12, 2016 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Early Ambitions and Ablutions Holly could only stutter incoherent half-protests as Hazel herded her out the barn door and prodded her towards the house. “All right,” Hazel said in a low voice once they reached the steps of Francis’...
by Sara C. Snider | Aug 5, 2016 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Harvest Home Francis was a kind and generous host, even if he did seem a little soft in the head. They ate their sandwiches with ham and mustard (eggs and mustard for Holly) until they were all full and nearly falling asleep at the table. “I’ve...
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