Elise, isn't that the bell in the bakeshop?
"Jane Lends A Hand"
Shirley Watkins
In front of him the light shone cheerily through the bakeshop window.
"Jane Lends A Hand"
Shirley Watkins
Behind the counter, in the bakeshop, the old woman was sitting, weeping quietly; and the slow tears of age were trickling down her wrinkled, brown face, while she strained her eyes to read the crooked awkward lines of her son's letter.
"Jane Lends A Hand"
Shirley Watkins