“Papa!” she cried out as she threw open the door. “Papa, do you mean to say that you’re going to report them? To Mr. Harris?” Her outburst startled Papa, who was in the midst of pouring himself a cup of tea. The hot brown liquid sloshed over the edge of his tin cup, onto the tabletop and then the floor. “What the blazes, Hanna!” he shouted, banging the teapot down and spilling still more tea.
Bravewriter Arrow week 3
