All the children are laughing and singing and calling to each other with happy little voices. It's a wonderful symphony of sounds. But nothing rivals the sound of Doc and young James' laughter as they set off.
Katherine laughs to match it, feeling an odd skip in her heart to match the one at her heels, and it's the laughter of the young girl in her arms that keeps her giggling with childlike mirth.
The children are singing as they weave around each other, painting the maypole in a glorious quilt of color, and each time she rotates around Doc and James, her smile grows uncontrollable, and the blush rises in her face.
When the ribbon finally comes to the base of the pole, she and Mary Anne run around it in fast, tight little circles, laughing until they're breathless and collapsing onto the grass.
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Katherine laughs to match it, feeling an odd skip in her heart to match the one at her heels, and it's the laughter of the young girl in her arms that keeps her giggling with childlike mirth.
The children are singing as they weave around each other, painting the maypole in a glorious quilt of color, and each time she rotates around Doc and James, her smile grows uncontrollable, and the blush rises in her face.
When the ribbon finally comes to the base of the pole, she and Mary Anne run around it in fast, tight little circles, laughing until they're breathless and collapsing onto the grass.