Owldale
Elizabeth: A Tale of Owldale Folk. CHAPTER ONE The bed in which Elizabeth’s mother and grand-mother had died, and in which Elizabeth herself had been both conceived and born, was warm and comfortable. The bedroom, however, like the whole of the farmhouse except the kitchen, was icy cold on this February morning before dawn, but Elizabeth was no slug-a-bed and no stranger to cold, and she climbed from under the covers at her usual waking hour. Downstairs in the...