"Hello, dearest," I whispered softly to her, "I have prepared two books for you. I hope that they will be to your liking."
"Why E," she turned to me and smiled, "I do believe they will be simply perfect."
Just as Eurolush's beautifully manicured right hand touched Jane Eyre, the library door swung open once again, and in ran her sister B. In a mad rush (the sort of rush NOT ALLOWED within the confines of the library), sister B pushed, nay, shoved, Eurolush aside and stood before the entire shelf while waving her outstretched arms back and forth and spreading her legs as far as they could go (without doing the splits. Which she CAN do. But she chose not to) and yelling "I want to see ALL of them. The shelf is MINE. MINE I say."
At that point, Blue ran into the library, for he is the library's guard dog, and he is a VICIOUS, and UNFORGIVING guardian of the books. Thankfully, no action was necessary, for Tex and Mattie wagged their tails at him and then they all proceeded to do a lot of personal-type sniffing of each other. Finally, Blue led the way to the little sunroom, and there, on the carpet, in the corner to the right of the desk, was the perfect sun-spot, just large enough for three dogs to lie in, and nap.
But I digress.
Ah, yes, the books.
Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre, for your viewing pleasure:
[The illustrator of these two sister books was Barnett Freedman. Freedman was born in the East End of London in 1901, the son of poor Jewish emigrants from Russia. At the time that he was commissioned to illustrate Wuthering Heights he was at Dunkerque, for he had been officially assigned to the task of painting the war for the archives of English history. He illustrated Jane Eyre a bit later, while assigned to the Royal Navy, and he had to get a special leave of absence to go to London to complete the work.]