Book1:TeDream-Maker

ssociation,sheuoodperfectly．Shestartedupguiltily，

    "OhMark，I’vebeendaydreamingandfotthetime.”Shekissedhischubby，infant-likecheeksandhuggedhimtohersaying，"Sorry，Markyboy．I’llgoandfryyoursteakrightaway．Wouldyouliketosetthetableandlightthedles?We’lldiyletonight!"Marknoddedvigorouslyahusiastically．Hisexcitedexcmationsreflectedhishappihoughshecouldn’tmakeouttheexactwords．Handinhand,thetwosiblingswalkedintotheoldhouse．

    Inthequietafternoon，timetickedbynormally，hertoofastnortooslow，likewaterflowingtranquillybyintheriveroranairymelodyvibratingimosphere．Theblueskyhaddarkened，butafewstarswerealreadyvisible，twinklingfromonhigh．Ontheway,Dimitriiedeverygarbagesearchforaluminums,buthewasdisappoint