She Rose High – Chapter One, Part 1
Orphan Forty-Six
Although a February’s eve, Old Miss Heathering opened her bedroom window. Smiling, she looked down three stories to the ice-laden street. Were it not for her, forty-five girls would have roamed London for shelter. Old Miss Heathering ran Candemoore Home for Girls—no one called it an orphan asylum in her hearing—and 1894 marked its fifteenth year. Continue reading “She Rose High – Chapter One, Part 1”
