“Dawn on the see sure,” Katelin laboriously typed, “their livid a mer made. She swum round with her fiend's, they had a ventures, ones they got lost in see we'd an ones they fond a dessert I lend. An other daze their was doll fins an a good see which how helped them git purls.”
“It's a wonderful imaginative story,” I told her. “And what a long piece of typing! Let's see if we can correct some of the spellings.”
Katelin stared at me in righteous indignation. “I already done that,” she protested. “I done Spell Check on the pewter!”
“It's a wonderful imaginative story,” I told her. “And what a long piece of typing! Let's see if we can correct some of the spellings.”
Katelin stared at me in righteous indignation. “I already done that,” she protested. “I done Spell Check on the pewter!”
