“Gee! Aunt Marge”, said Julia, raising an exotic looking cocktail to her lips , “It’s really neato, you taking me out to a sophisticated nightspot like this on my 30th birthday.
Then there was a loud knocking at the front door of the house and Calabella’s mother got up from her bed saying, “Who could be knocking at this time of night?” and, just at that moment, she hear
Forgetting all about the strange thing at the window, Calabella had fallen deep into a dream and, at first, it was a happy dream of she and her father and her mother all living joyfully together in th
Through the pitch black, stormy night, through howling wind and roaring thunder, the odd black umbrella flew until it reached an old house that was perched high upon a rocky hillside and, folding up
