Nan stared up at the farm house. Her older sister gave her a push.
"Nan, move. You are blocking the way!" said Nora.
The little girl picked up her bag. It held her most loved toys. Her clothes were in boxes. They were stacked in the dark, front hall.
"Which room is ours, Mom?" called Nora.
"It does not really matter," said Mom. "I think they are both the same."
"Bill and I have the front one," yelled Eddie. "You girls can have the one that faces the barn."
"That is pretty selfish, Ed," said Nora.
"You are just mad because you did not get it first," Ed shot back.
"Ed, Nora," said Dad. They knew that tone. It told them to stop arguing. Now.
Nora stared at Ed. Then she stuck out her tongue.
"Come on, Nan," she said. "I want to see our room."
The stairs were steep. Nan held onto the rail. Nora led the way to their room.
Their beds had been set up. The sheets and blankets were folded at their foot. Bright yellow curtains covered the two, narrow windows.
Nora opened the closet door. There was not much room. That was okay. They did not have many clothes.Paragraphs 15 to 37:
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