ikonuna tıklayınız. Textiniz hazırsa, bir kayıt sürgüsü açılacak ve sesli okunma başlayacaktır. Eğer hazır değilse [ Sorry, this article is not available yet. ] şeklinde bir mesaj göreceksiniz. Bu textiniz henüz hazır değil anlamındadır; bu durumda bir süre sonra tekrar deneyiniz. Textiniz bir kez hazır hale gelmişse artık hep bir tık ötenizdedir.| Text Title*: | Thyra Samter Winslow |
| Your Text*: | From the time she was thirteen Rilla Mabry had been ashamed of her appearance. It was then that she started growing taller than the other girls. She was also awkward as well as tall and she was too thin. By the time she was twenty she was fully convinced that her appearance was really something terrible . All of the other girls seemed little and cute and attractive. No matter what Rilla wore it seemed wrong. She was much too tall to wear tailored clothes. And thin dresses hung around her loosely. All of the girls and boys in the group liked Rilla. She was a fine girl – if you could forget the way she looked. Even her hair was wrong-rather stringy- but she had a pleasant and attractive face. |
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