Emphasis Preaching Journal
What time is it? Molly...
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What time is it?" Molly shouted from the far side of the
playground.
"Late!" Theresa yelled back over her shoulder as she ran
headlong toward the door.
"Eight?" Molly thought. "If it is only eight, why is Theresa
in such a tearing hurry?" she asked herself.
"We're late, Molly! Come on!" Theresa urged, as she
continued racing across the school yard.
Suddenly Molly realized Theresa had not said, "Eight!" but
"Late!" She grabbed her bookbag and ran after her friend just as
fast as she could go.
playground.
"Late!" Theresa yelled back over her shoulder as she ran
headlong toward the door.
"Eight?" Molly thought. "If it is only eight, why is Theresa
in such a tearing hurry?" she asked herself.
"We're late, Molly! Come on!" Theresa urged, as she
continued racing across the school yard.
Suddenly Molly realized Theresa had not said, "Eight!" but
"Late!" She grabbed her bookbag and ran after her friend just as
fast as she could go.
