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| since the evening Molly had fallen into the Wolf Pit and Betsy had seen that pleased smile on Cousin Anns firm lips. Cousin Ann, couldnt we girls at school get together and sew—youd have to help us some—and make some nice, new clothes for little Lias Brewster, and fix him up so hell look better, and maybe that Mr. Pond will like him and adopt him? Cousin Ann listened attentively and nodded her head. Yes, I think that would be a good idea, she said. We were thinking last night we ought to do something for him. If youll make the clothes, Motherll knit him some stockings and Father will get him some shoes. Mr. Pond | him—that great, big, red-faced, good-natured-looking man that comes through here twice a year, buying stock. He lives over Bigby way, but his wife was a Hillsboro girl, Matey Pelham—an awfully nice girl she was, too. They never had any , and Matey told me the last time she was back for a visit that she and her husband talked quite often about adopting a little boy. Seems that Mr. Pond has always wanted a little boy. Hes such a nice man! Twould be a lovely home for a . But goodness! said the teacher. Nobody would want to adopt such an awful-looking little ragamuffin as that Lias. He looks so meeching, too. I guess | I guess if you had to live the way he does youd be dirty! Half the time he dont get anything to eat before he comes to school, and if my mother didnt put up some extra for him in my box he wouldnt get any lunch either. And then you go and jump on him! Why doesnt his own mother put up his lunch? Betsy challenged their critic. He hasnt got any mother. Shes dead, said Ralph, turning away with his hands in his pockets. He yelled to the boys, Come on, fellers, beat-che to the bridge and back! and was |
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