![]() The old animal spent her days out in the open country eating sweet grass. It was already eight oclock and Sylvie wondered if her grandmother would be angry with her for being so late.Įvery evening Sylvie left her grandmothers house at five-thirty to bring their cow home. The forest was full of shadows as a little girl hurried through it one summer evening in June. Todays story is called "The White Heron." It was written by Sarah Orne Jewett.
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