Meadowlark Prairie countess

maggie grinned, and this time it was a genuine look that lifted the stress of life from her delicate features. she stood a doll transformed for a moment. "us girls gottew stick togever," the milkweed sighed, long and loud.
she regarded polecat now with a brighter look. "suppose yew don't wanto earn yer keep the way oi do. wonder what the lord will find for ye then?" maggie wondered aloud, trying to bring her new companion into the thinking game.