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I do not consider it wholesome for you to engage in this particular amusement at this particular time; so I shall endorse Mrs. Randolph's prohibition; but I will go round Where does this girl live, and who is she?" "Her name is Hephzibah Harbonner; she lives in the village, on the road where the Episcopal church is you know; a little way further on. I guess it's a quarter of a mile." "South, eh?
That's what I look at; it ain't having a little to eat now and then." "Melbourne is too far off for her to get there, isn't it?" said Daisy. "What should she go there for?" "If she could get there," said Daisy, "and would like it, I would teach her." "You would?" said Mrs. Harbonner. "What would you learn her?"
Daisy did not see the point of this remark, and went on. "Hephzibah wouldn't see anybody else, but me." "Well, I believe you mean what you say," said Mrs. Harbonner, "and I hope you will when you're twenty years older but I don't believe it.
If I was living in a great house, now, I'd have folks enough come to see me." Daisy did not know what answer to make to this, so she made none. "I used to live in a better house once," went on Mrs. Harbonner; "I didn't always use to eat over a bare floor. I was well enough, if I could ha' let well alone; but I made a mistake, and paid for it; and what's more, I'm paying for it yet.
She found mother and daughter both in the little bare room; the child sitting on the floor and cutting pieces of calico and cloth into strips, which her mother was sewing together with coarse thread. Both looked just as when Daisy had seen them before slim and poor and uncombed; but the room was clean. "I thought you warn't coming again," said Mrs. Harbonner.
She found mother and daughter both in the little bare room; the child sitting on the floor and cutting pieces of calico and cloth into strips, which her mother was sewing together with coarse thread. Both looked just as when Daisy had seen them before slim, and poor and uncombed; but the room was clean. "I thought you warn't coming again," said Mrs. Harbonner.
"What did you come along with this for?" she said suddenly to Daisy. "Why didn't you send it?" "I wanted to come and see you," said Daisy pleasantly. "What ails you? You ain't so well as when you was here before," said Mrs. Harbonner, looking at her narrowly. "I am well," said Daisy. "You ain't fur from bein' something else then.
"All things shall work together for good to them that love God!" The other woman wheeled about, and looked at her for an instant with a sharp keen eye of note-taking; then she returned to Daisy. "Well, I suppose I'll tell Hephzibah she won't see you again till summer's over; so she may as well give over thinking about it." "Do you think Hephzibah wants to learn, Mrs. Harbonner?"
But Daisy could not feel quite sure about it; while at the same time the prospect of getting quit of her difficulties by this means escaping her mother's anger, and the punishment with which it was sure to be accompanied, and also pleasing her father shook Daisy's very soul. What should she do? She had not made up her mind when she got to the little brown house where Mrs. Harbonner lived.
"I found out by accident that they were very poor and I carried them something to eat." "Whom do you mean by 'them?" "That little girl and her mother Mrs. Harbonner." "When did you do this?" "About the time of my birthday." "And you have kept up the acquaintance since that time?" "I carried the woman work once, mamma. I had papa's leave to go." "Did you ask mine?" "No, mamma.
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