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Updated: June 18, 2025
Nobody except Miss Lucy Armacost would have thought of starting an orphan asylum with one orphan. Even she might not have done it but for Molly Johns. As for Molly, she never dreamed of such a thing. She was just careering down the avenue one windy afternoon in early December, upon one roller skate, and Miss Lucy was just coming up the block, walking rather unsteadily upon her two small feet.
Yet here she was, she the aristocratic Lucy Armacost, who had hitherto associated with nobody whose pedigree could not match her own for length and distinction here was she, consorting with newsboys, reporters, daughters of plumbers, boarding-house women, and what not!
Supposing that there should be some obstacle to her carrying out the plans which the pictures in the fire suggested? She turned suddenly and rather sharply upon the lad: "Have you any people?" "Ma'am?" "Child, never say that. 'Ma'am' is vulgar and belongs to servants. Gentlefolks use the person's name instead. You should have said, 'Miss Armacost? or 'Miss Lucy?" "Miss Lucy?" "That's right.
If Miss Armacost is a real lady, as I think, she will appreciate the motive of our gift, if not the gift itself. And if she's not a gentlewoman her opinion would not matter." "But she is, mother; she is. I'm so glad I can do something for her! She was nice to me, and 'giff-gaff makes good friends." On the morning of the blizzard, at that dark hour which comes just before daylight, Dr.
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