You see, when you're hunting for the glad things, you sort of forget the other kind
"But, of course, you—you'd want her, your sister's child," ventured Nancy, vaguely feeling that somehow she must prepare a welcome for this lonely little stranger.
brighten things up for you," she faltered
Well, that isn't exactly the word I should use," rejoined Miss Polly, stiffly.
at the head of the stairs in the attic, and make up the cot bed. Sweep the room
homestead, and one of the wealthiest residents of the town.
had forced the girl into doing something toward their support
" she stammered, righting the pitcher, and turning hastily.
