Samantha Parkington and Clara Davison were sitting in their new livingroom. The fire had dulled down to just some hot coals. The winds hit against the walls.

"Oh my! It feels as if the house is to fall down!" Clara sighed.

"Clara! DOn't be such a baby! It's not going to fall down!" Samantha exlaimed.

"I said 'FEEL', I did not say it say GOING to," Clara sighed. Samantha also sighed. She was too tired to start up a fight. Sudenlly there was a knock at the door.

 

Clara made her way to the door. "Hello?" She asked through it. Then she started to open it slowly...

 

WHOOSH! The wind blew clara off her feet. "Oh-dear!" Samantha cried. "CLARA!" Clara landed in a heap as the wind died down. Samantha walked over to the door to see who it was.

 

"JENNY!" She exlaimed. "Oh JENNY!"

"Samantha?!?!?" Jenny exlaimed. "Is that really you? Look at your short hair!"

Samantha scooped her up and hugged her. She squeezed her adopted sister so tight. "Just like kit, I'm yet another step closer to having my family together!" She sighed. 'Oh, me too!" Jenny said.

"Who's jenny?" Clara's little voice asked.

 

"It's a great story!" Samantha said. And so she was off. Clara and Jenny sat by the fire as Samantha told the story. Jenny jumped in when Samanthat made things bigger then they really were. But she was glad to finally hear Samantha's voice again. And her great story telling!