Edna Ferber

Roast Beef, Medium Edna Ferber

Book Excerpt: ...he bitter lines showing faintly about her mouth were outweighed by the sweet and gracious light which was glowing in her eyes."Fred-dee!" came the voice of command again. "May-belle! This minute, now!"One by one the flying little figures under the arc-light melted away in the direction of the commanding voice and home and bed. And Emma McChesney forgot all about fresh young kids and featherloom petticoats and discounts and bills of lading and sample-cases and grouchy buyers. After all, it had been her protecting maternal instinct which had been aroused by the boy at supper, although she had not known it then. She did not know it now, for that matter. She was busy remembering just such evenings in her own life--summer evenings, filled with the high, shrill laughter of children at play. She too, had stood in the doorway, making a funnel of her hands, so that her clear call through the twilight might be heard above the cries of the boys and girls. She had known how loath the little feet had been...