Shirley Hughesさんのイラストまとめ

Morag sings a lot while she paints. She sings along with the music on her tapes. When she's finished she washes her brushes and makes tea and then we talk.

Stories By Firelight

Morag and I went for a walk along the cliffs. We didn't hear any singing, but the wind roared and the sky looked like a shoal of fish. Morag likes the sea best in winter.

From Stories by Firelight 1/2

When I told Mum's friend, Morag, about the singing, she didn't seem in the least surprised. She'd heard it herself, she said, but that was a long time ago.

From Stories By Firelight

Did I tell you about the time I heard singing coming from the sea?

Taken from Stories By Firelight

1/2

Alfie liked Maureen. She always read him a story when she came to baby-sit.

From An Evening at Alfie's

'I thought they were special' said William as they watched them burn.

'They were' said Grandpa, 'but it's not things that are important really. The special things are in my head. And my heart.'

Stories by Firelight 2/2

Grandpa opened the box and flung all the papers and letters and things that were inside on to the bonfire.

From Stories By Firelight 1/2

Flames shot up with great eddies of smoke. The Christmas tree branches were all at once bright and glowing, covered with festive sparks.

From Stories By Firelight

It was nearly dark when they went outside, with only a streak of red left in the sky.

Stories by Firelight - Burning the Tree

'I'm going to be the angel Gave-you!' she told Frankie.
'Angel who?' Said Frankie.
'Angel Gave-you! A very special angel,' said Mae proudly.