Explore "Mary Olivier: a Life" by May Sinclair on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
When you had run a thousand hundred times round the table you came to the blue house. It stood behind Jenny's rocking-chair, where Jenny couldn't see it, in a blue garden. The walls and ceilings were blue; the doors and staircases were blue; everything in all the rooms was blue.
Mary ran round and round. She loved the padding of her feet on the floor and the sound of her singsong: