Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 5, 2025
The Commercial Travellers' Hotel an' the Depot House has both got all they can do for some of 'em hurt pretty bad. They couldn't either hotel take 'em in.... "Then he lets Mitsy catch him an' he ups with her on his shoulder an' run with her on his back, his face lookin' out o' her blue, striped skirts. "'We'll hev to house 'em right here in the church, he says.
Bless 'em, it surely was secular, though, accordin' to my lights, it was some sacred too. Six or seven of the little things was buildin' a palace out o' the split wood, with the little lame girl for queen. The little blonde an' the one that was rill delicate lookin' had gone to sleep by the stove on Abel's overcoat. Mitsy, she run from somewheres an' grabbed my hand.
He let it fall behind the little girl he'd brought me first, Mitsy, an' she catches it up an' sort o' squeaks with the fun an' runs after him. An' while he doubles an' turns, "'They've telegraphed ahead, he says, 'to two or three places in the City. But even if we hear right off, we can't get 'em out o' Friendship to-night. They'll hev to stay here.
The little things'd begun to talk some by then, an' they chatted soft an' looked up at us, an' that little Mitsy she'd got so she'd kiss me every time I'd ask her. An' I was perfectly shameless. I donno's the poor little thing got enough to eat. But sometimes when things go blue I like to think about that. I guess we was all the same.
"'Here? says I; 'here in the church? "'You know Friendship, he says, hoppin' along. 'Not half a dozen houses could take in more'n two extry, even if we hed the time to canvass. An' we ain't the time. They want their s-u-p-p-e-r right now, he spells it out, an' lit out nimble when Mitsy dropped the handkerchief back o' the little blond girl.
"Abel, when he come with the last ones, he off with his coat like I with my ulster, an' as well as we could we wrapped four or five of 'em up one that was sickly, an' one little delicate blonde, an' a little lame girl, an' the one the others called her Mitsy that'd come over the fence first. An' by then half of 'em was beginnin' to cry some. An' the wind was like so many knives.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking