Mariot and Maud: The Glassblower's Daughters

Mariot and Maud the glassblower's daughters. None of our fathers others princesses, everyone called the privileged peers. Fathers taught many but world class. We've had a preferences. Year after year, but pierce obviously I for it. That's the father says. He has lungs. He's hardworking too. So father says peers. That is. If he marries one of us tissue. Mary got help us. Okay, he's never speaks to us. Nose in the air and silent. Even at suppertime past doesn't talk. He crouches down a little like a doghouse. Both of us hate him. Mary told her, older than me as soon as his peers, if he marries my sister, he'll get the shop sooner. I will be ready for 5 or 6 years. But married so dear to me, how can I sacrifice her to that what was sticking out ears? How can father be so tyrannical? Who in her right mind want peers? Not as younger. Probably appears in the months on younger instead. And one is so pretty. Even in Mars one of the other stuff is bad, periods are bad looking. Now in these laughing, his hair is uncommon to just close our eyes. He feels a lot better if only tomorrow. Hers is an orphan. He's probably shy. If I had to appear as I go out of my mind, it's not that I like him. It's just that it's kind of the way that he scratches the way that he peers at what he scratched up. And of course, more and trying to trick him with earwax, courtesy, grind from his skin. He's a lot of the world, and I know that he's often been like, he's a lousy and his fingernails. Sometimes when I watch him, I'm aware of a kind of a tug out in confidence. What have a friend of him? Manages to make the help him detect to the birds to his fingers. If that folks are pleased, I know what happened. My sister Ortiz. And there's this haircut on the shape of his head. He looks like a hedgehog. What made what dread to marry one? So it curls her up. The truth doesn't matter. I'm not brave enough. Is that probably thinking? I'm constantly shrinking. A business and profit and chilling some pants. I shouldn't work hard and follow my conscience. However, my T-shirt. I have percent. He ought to be thinking about this four daughters. Why are we the lamps to the fathers? I ought to tell Marty to both hunter college. Miss Mary, what peers, because he has good lungs, and that's fine a way to follow my conscience. I must find a way to change father's mind. Of course, I'm too young to be thinking of marriage. My only thought is to be decent kind to marry man. There is no time to be lost. In a matter of way. If I have to it cost him, I'll tell father we should we hate this. I'll go down on my knees. I'll say please, I'll set tears. You share your whole life. I'm willing to beg. The children's your work day. I'd rather have your styles or pleasures or fail your brain. I'd rather have a weapon. Even your bed, I must think over clearly Father's Day. If I have to be wet, then when all of a sudden say, I'd rather be dead than I would have used.