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Wiggin, Kate Douglas Smith, 1856-1923

"Homespun Tales"

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"Yes, but who'll Fardie and Jack climb with? I wish they'd come and see us.
Brother Ansel would make Fardie laugh, and Jack would love farmwork, and we'd
all be so happy. I miss Fardie awfully! He did n't speak to me much, but I
liked to look at his curly hair and think how lovely it would be if he did
take notice of me and play with me."
A sob from Susanna brought Sue, startled, to her side.
"You break my heart, Sue! You break it every day with the things you say.
Don't you love me, Sue?"
"More'n tongue can tell!" cried Sue, throwing herself into her mother's arms.
"Don't cry, darling Mardie! I won't talk any more, not for days and days! Let
me wipe your poor eyes. Don't let Elder Gray see you crying, or he'll think
I've been naughty. He's just going in downstairs to see Eldress Abby. Was it
wrong what I said about backsliding, or what, Mardie? We'll help each udder
climb, an' then we'll go home an' help poor lonesome Fardie; shall we?"

"Abby!" called Elder Gray, stepping into the entry of the Office Building.
"Yee, I'm coming," Eldress Abby answered from the stairway. "Go right out and
sit down on the bench by the door, where I can catch a few minutes' more light
for my darning; the days seem to be growing short all to once.


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