Catharine Dobbs

“Libby knelt and peeled the cloth away. She winced at the sight. Blood coated her hand, and the wound looked deep. Gritting her teeth, Libby put her hand into the water. It stung, and Libby had to fight back the tears as she gingerly washed away the blood. When she looked at the wound again, it didn’t look as deep as before and was a stark contrast to the whiteness of her hand. Blood swirled around in the bucket. Using her good hand, Libby tipped out the water and stood, wrapping the cloth back around her”
― Catharine Dobbs, The Foundling Chronicles

“telling him he would to the headmaster of the song school the very next day.”
― Catharine Dobbs, The Milk Maid Orphan