The Day Of Judgment
Elizabeth Stuart Phelps
I am thirteen years old and Jill is eleven and a quarter. Jill is my brother. That isn’t his name, you know; his name is Timothy and mine is George Zacharias; but they call us Jack and Jill.
Well, Jill and I had an invitation to Aunt John’s this summer, and that was how we happened to be there.
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