On 2018-07-09 14:36:33 +0000, Madrigal Gurneyhalt said:
> On Monday, 9 July 2018 15:27:57 UTC+1, fate wrote:
>> On Thursday, June 28, 2018 at 4:30:19 PM UTC-5, fate wrote:
>>> Hi all,
>>> “You’re very talented and very skillful. Who taught you how to
>>> embroider like that?> > Before she could say anything, a water nymph
>>> broke in:
>>> “Who do you think she learned it from? The arts and crafts nymph must
>>> have taught her. She is the master of embroidery.”
>>> The girl raised her head and gave the water nymph a dirty look.
>>> “That’s not true!” she said. I did not learn it from anybody. I was
>>> born talented. Who is this art and crafts nymph, huh? She needs to
>>> learn how to embroider from me."
>>> How can I write the last two sentences in a better English? Could you
>>> also find my mistakes throughout my writing?
>>> I don't know whether it is a right platform or not, but do you mind
>>> proofreading my paragraphs or sentences from time to time? I really
>>> need somebody to correct my English and really appreciate your help.
>>> Thank you all,
>> Hi all,
>> I appreciate if you check my mistakes in this writing. I'm not sure
>> about the last sentence. How can I improve it and write it in a better
>> English.>> Thank you all very much for your help.
>> I too was curious about this girl. Kate led the way and I followed her
>> behind, quickly passing the meadow we came to girl's side.>> She was a
>> blond girl, so blond that even her eyebrows and eyelashes were golden.
>> She knelt down on the grass turning her face to the sun. She was just
>> sitting still. If she hadn't moved her lips while singing, one could
>> easily have mistaken her for a statue.>> “You see, uncle? ” whispered
>> Kate. “She is such a weird person, isn’t she?> Why is she sitting like
>> “Why don’t you ask her?” I said.
>> I told you uncle, I did ask her but she didn't even look at my face.
>> “ Maybe she didn’t hear you while singing. Let’s wait till her song is over.”
>> We waited and waited, but the blond girl’s song didn’t seem like it was
>> going to end .It was a song without lyrics. Coming deep from her heart,
>> it was a fascinating melody which was sometimes rising and sometimes
> I'd be more worried about your second sentence unless you really
> mean that you were following Kate's glutei maximi!
Not impossible! It happens, often.