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Updated: July 17, 2025
"That, I think, is for you to explain," said Mrs. Momeby stiffly. "Obviously," said Clovis, "it's a duplicate Erik that your powers of faith called into being. The question is: What are you going to do with him?" The ashen pallor deepened in Rose-Marie's cheeks. Mrs.
All at once she was eager, breathlessly eager. "Miss," she said, and one thin, dingy hand was laid appealingly upon Rose-Marie's dress, "Miss, you can do wit' me as you wish to! If you t'ink dat my bein' clean will make Lily glad" she made a sudden impetuous gesture with her hand "den I will be clean!
The aesthetic value of the scene was marred in some degree by Rose-Marie's difficulty in holding the struggling infant, which was borne wrong-end foremost towards the agitated bosom of its family.
It happened when Ella came furiously into the Volsky flat, early one afternoon, and ignoring the little Lily, who sat placidly on Rose-Marie's lap hurried silently into her own room. Mrs.
What qualifications have you to be a social service worker, you child? What do you know of the meaning of service, of life?" Rose-Marie's voice was earnest, though shaken. "I came," she answered, "because I love people and want to help them. I came because I want to teach them to think beautiful thoughts, to have beautiful ideals.
But Rose-Marie was very glad, deep in her soul, and she somehow felt that Ella's mind was relieved of a tremendous strain. They didn't speak again, but there was something in the way Ella's hand touched her little sister's sunny hair that was more revealing than words. And there was something in the way Rose-Marie's mouth curved blithely up that told a whole story of satisfaction and content.
Ella glanced up from her packing. "Yes. I'm going away!" she said, shortly. And then, as if against her will, she added: "I got th' flower an' th' picture for Lily. Oh, sure, I know that she can't see 'em! But I sorter feel that she knows they're here!" Rose-Marie's voice was very soft, as she spoke again.
"The people of the slums," he said, "the people who drift into, and out of, and around this Settlement House, are not very unlike the little bugs. And, after all, they do help to make the city!" There was a quaver in Rose-Marie's voice, and a hurt look in her eyes, as she answered. "Yes, they are like the little bugs," she said, "in the blind way that they hold together! But please, Dr.
And when she had said, haltingly, in reference to the hair "I'll dry it for you, Miss Rose-Marie!" Rose-Marie could have wept with happiness. It was the first time that she had ever heard Ella offer to do anything for her mother. Jim coming in as she was about to leave had added to Rose-Marie's weariness.
Oh," in response to the question in Rose-Marie's face, "oh, he'd never put a finger on her not that! But he don't speak kind to her, like we do. It's enough fer him that she can't hear th' words he lays his tongue to. Even Pa " Suddenly, as if in answer to his spoken name, there came a scuffling sound from the corner where Pa was sleeping.
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