Sarah plain and Tall chapter 1-1

"Did Mama sing every day?" asked Caleb. 

"Every single day?" He sat close to the fire, his

chin in his hand. It was dusk, and the dogs lay

beside him on the warm hearthstones. 

"Every-single-day," I told him for second time this week. For the twentieth time this month. The hundredth time this year? And the past few years? And did Papa sing too? Yes Papa sang too. Don't get so close, Caleb You'll heat up. He pushed his chair back. It made a hollow scraping sound on the hearthstones and the dogs stirred Lottie small and black, wagged her tail and lifted her head. Nick slept on.