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We paid a penny a loaf for having our bread baked." "Oh, and that saved you buying so much coal, didn't it?" asked Maizie. "I wish we had an ovenry in Anchorville." "Yes," said Drusilla, "I think, myself, some of these old-fashioned ideas were economical." "There isn't a pawn shop anywhere near, is there?" asked Suzanna.
And this unconscious feeling of superiority sprang from "belonging" to a father who worked in his free hours that others out in the big world might some day be glad he had lived! This idealism lent luster even to his calling of weighing nails and selling washboards to the town of Anchorville.
At last he spoke, very quietly, but each word seemed weighed: "'And in the morning there shall tents suddenly arise. A quotation from somewhere, my dear, but it shall come true here." She turned a cold gaze upon him. "Will you explain what you mean?" she asked. "There are a few homeless people in Anchorville; their homes laid waste by a fire," he said, pleasantly.
"There's a dress in there," she said, "that I wore when as a young girl I lived with my parents way back across the ocean." "A big city?" asked Maizie. "Not like Anchorville?" "A big city," returned Drusilla. "You see that glass case in the corner? Go and look at it." Suzanna and Maizie sprang up and went to the dusky corner.
"That's Bartlett Villa," she said; "the people only live there part of the year. I know Mrs. Bartlett, she's the richest lady in Anchorville, but I didn't know her mother was a queen." The old lady didn't appear to be particularly interested. She went on: "It's not generally known, I believe, that I am a queen." After another pause: "Over yonder is a camp chair. Bring it hither."
The house was much more simply furnished, of course, than the big one in Anchorville, but as the children went about they found many interesting things. In one long, narrow room, the length of the first floor, was a fireplace taking up one entire end, and built of irregular stones, giving a charming effect. There were big easy chairs and sofas; tables heaped with magazines and books.
"It's going to be a great thing, isn't it, Suzanna?" said Maizie, in an awed voice. "Yes, and nobody in the world could have made it but our father," said Suzanna solemnly. "Father was made to do that work, and the whole world will be better because of his invention." "The whole outside world?" asked Maizie, "or just Anchorville?"
Suzanna knew everyone in the village of Anchorville, and the old lady was a stranger. Suzanna gave up the question and started back toward the gate when the old lady suddenly turned and saw the child. "Come here," she called, and Suzanna perforce obeyed. When she stood near the small figure in the chair she waited, while she decided that this was quite the prettiest old lady she had ever seen.
I bought the place for a future purpose, never mind that purpose, it isn't of interest to you or anyone in Anchorville. I am confined to my room with an attack of rheumatism, so I can't see you to talk over a scheme which I have in mind.
She was sewing buttons on Peter's blouse with the strongest linen thread obtainable in Anchorville. Mrs. Procter's face shadowed. She looked at Suzanna and Maizie as though pondering the wisdom of giving them some piece of news. Evidently she decided against doing so, for she answered: "I can't tell, Maizie, he may be kept at the mills. Mr.
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