Mary Benoist

Peter had gotten into the habit of going by the beach to reach Suzy’s house; it was quicker that way.
A little further on, behind the dunes, were a few houses. Suzy’s was the one painted ... [+]

Pauline was finishing the washing-up after breakfast while watching with amusement the bullfinches and blue birds quarreling in the garden over the crumbs of bread she had just thrown out of the... [+]