Mama pressed her cheek against Nabby’s forehead. “Your fever is subsiding. Do you feel up to reading?”  Eleven-year-old Nabby nodded, as her mother refluffed the pillow. “What shall it be? A bit of European history? One of Papa’s theology books? Shakespeare?” “All three, please! I’m so tired of lying here—again.” Mama began straightening the bedding. … Continue reading More Precious Than Rubies