Mary Cary / Frequently Martha""

. I am naturally a wandering person. Well, I was happy. I know I've said that

took it to the pump to wash it, and it lost its breath and

er called Napoleon because he was so strutty and domineering to his wives. I didn't put

d her very much. I kept her as long as there was anything to hold her by; but after legs and arms went, and the back of her h

to her without fear of her telling. She always knew how hungry I w

down to eat to a bell; rose to a bell, went to school to a bell, came out to a bell, worked to a bell, sewed to a bell, played to a

e to be no bells in the house we live in. Only

who left this place put it in his will that we had to, but we go to all the other churches. Episcopal the first Sunday,

ple who see us don't think we are really truly children or like theirs, except in shape inside. They think we just love our hideous clothes, and that w

Humane are terr

Then we go to Sunday-school, where some of the children stare at us like we were foreign heathen who have come to get saved. Some nudge each other and laugh. But real many are nice and sweet, and I just love that

as for going to church, it's the true joy of her life. She's in love with Mr

was such fun asking her all sorts of questions just to see her flounder round for answers that I used to pretend I wanted

e day Mr. Benson came in our class and asked for a li

t she was doing. She didn't, or she wouldn't have asked me questions, knowing I never say the thin

studying about this winter," she said, "Mention something of A

as a cowar

voice was a little

or his sister, fearing trouble for himself,

n ever, and looked real frightened at Mr. Benson, w

w. Nobody knew,

er and stole from his brother. But he pro

bleeding, and went out quick, and since then Miss

were good men who did some bad things, but generally only their goo

h everybody. He'll wipe out all the wrongness and meanness, and see through it

hildren and putting them on the Orphans. There's Margaret Evans. In the winter she's always blue and frozen, and I'd g

less than the rest, it looks like, though I suppose in clothes sh

stepped on, and of steppers

alike and all in blue. The minister always mentions us in his prayers, ex

for next Sunday and practise hymns until time for the afternoon service. That begins at

nderstand, and before we know it he's got his hand up and we hear him saying: "And now to the Father

e a new story in my mind when Dr. Moffett preaches. He is very learned,

st as regular as if she were wound up. Once I shut my eyes and tried to puff like her, but I forgot to be careful,

come up and profess, but now he don't ask even that. Just sit where you are and hold up your

ping people; but he knows how to talk to us children, and he always makes me wish I wasn't so bad. He always does, and the Mary par

to the California brother, who's North somewhere. And from the time she told me I've felt like Robins

, only I don't like tears, and then, too, she might see me. I want her to think I'm g

il she comes back. The Mary part of me is so sick at the though

nting. We've got to work. In plain words, its watch and pray, and with me it's the watching that's most important. If I'm not o

ll things. The nursing when we're sick is only a part, and though she's fixed up one of the rooms just like a hos

xplained so many things to us we didn't know before, she'

in such ugly clothes that I was ashamed of it. And if ever I could have hung it up in the closet or put it away in a bureau-drawer, I would have done it w

t quite so much. But almost. When you're downright hungry for the taste of things, it don't satisfy to say to yourself "You don't real

ve flowers on the table, and the cooking

the p