Paul Legault


 

from What Dorothea Did

                                                for Dorothea Lasky

 

Chapter 1

Dorothea lived in the midst.
Dorothea had a little bed.
When Dorothea stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing.

Dorothea was an orphan.
That made Dorothea laugh.
Dorothea.

Dorothea could see where the long grass bowed.
"Quick, Dorothea!"
He jumped out of Dorothea's arms.

Dorothea caught.
Dorothea felt.
Dorothea found she was riding.

Dorothea sat quite still.
Dorothea got over.
Dorothea soon.

 

Chapter 2

Dorothea had not been lying.
Dorothea noticed the house was not moving.
Dorothea was a well-grown child for her age.

The men, Dorothea thought, had beards.
Dorothea was standing in the doorway.
But the little old woman walked up to Dorothea.

Dorothea listened.
Dorothea was an innocent.
Dorothea said, with hesitation, "You are very kind."

Dorothea looked, and gave a little.
"Oh, dear! oh, dear!" cried Dorothea.
"But who was she?" asked Dorothea.

"Who?" enquired Dorothea.
"Are you?" asked Dorothea.
"Oh, gracious!" cried Dorothea.

"But," said Dorothea, after a moment's thought.
"Oh, yes," replied Dorothea.
"The Wizards?" asked Dorothea.

Dorothea was going to ask another question.
She handed them to Dorothea.
Dorothea placed them on the table.

They looked at one another, and then at Dorothea, then shook their heads.
Dorothea felt lonely among people.
Dorothea, my dear.

"Where is this City?" asked Dorothea.
"How can I get there?" asked Dorothea
She came close to Dorothea and kissed her.

The Witch gave Dorothea.
Dorothea, knowing her to be a witch, had expected her.

 

Chapter 3

Dorothea was left alone.
Dorothea went to get him.
Dorothea had only one other dress.

Dorothea saw.
Dorothea did not feel bad.
Towards evening, Dorothea was.

The people greeted Dorothea.
Dorothea ate.
Dorothea, smoothing out the wrinkles.

Dorothea did not know.
The sheets were made, and Dorothea.
That greatly amused Dorothea.

This worried Dorothea a little.
Dorothea leaned her chin upon her hand.
Dorothea was looking into the queer, painted face.

"I'm," replied Dorothea, politely.
"Can't you get down?" asked Dorothea.
Dorothea reached up both arms.

Dorothea was puzzled at this.
"My name is Dorothea," said the girl.
"Oh," said Dorothea.

Dorothea helped.
"Don't," said Dorothea.
"What is that?" asked Dorothea.