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Updated: May 7, 2025


There wasn't a happier child in all the great city than little Take-a-Stitch as she fairly flew homeward to prepare the most delicious supper there had been in the littlest house for many a day. Down came the tiny gas stove from its shelf, out popped a small frying pan from some hidden cubby and into it went a dash of salt and the two big chops.

Afterward, comforted and rested, he would have repaid his hostess by another round of his melodies; but this, much to the disgust of seven small lads, Take-a-Stitch prevented.

Both the workman and Take-a-Stitch laughed at the little one's wry face, while having divided the bread and meat into three fair portions, all fell to with a will, so that soon not a crumb was left. "Ah, that was prime!" cried Glory, smacking her lips; "and you're the primest sort of man to give it to us.

The corner groceries of the poor are also their meat markets, bakeries, and dairies, and there was so much in the crowded little shop that was alluring that the child forced herself to look diligently out of the door into the alley lest she should be untrue to her training. In a brief time the shopman called, "All ready, Take-a-Stitch! Here's your parcel." Glory faced about and gasped.

Glory, she's the best seller Toni Salvatore's got, an' he often chucks her in a bag fer herself, besides. Fifty-five'd be fair, eh, Take-a-Stitch?" Glancing at Glory's sunny face, Miss Laura did not wonder at the child's success.

An' she can't be 'rested, she can't! How can she, when she's a 'Guardian Angel'? Give her back give her back!" In her distress, Take-a-Stitch herself laid violent hands upon the blue sleeves which so strongly enfolded her darling and would have wrested them apart had strength sufficed. As it was, the helmeted officer looked calmly down upon her anguished face and quietly whistled.

He was waiting permission to grind out his next tune, and not as surprised as Timothy was that the little girl should have recognized his organ from a multitude of others, which to the railroader sounded exactly the same. Take-a-Stitch nodded her head, also freshly cropped like Bonny's, and he began. For a time all went well.

As she walked, she still asked questions and found that all the dwellers in the Lane were better known by their employments than their real names, how that Glory's deftness with a needle had made her "Take-a-Stitch," and anybody might guess why Jane was called "Posy" or Captain Beck had become the "Singer."

For when she lingered a moment to exchange compliments with Nancy, on the subject of "stuck-up-ness" and general "top-loftiness," Miss Bonny brought these amenities to a sudden close by a smart slap on Glory's lips and a lusty kick in the direction she wished to be carried. Fortunately, Take-a-Stitch had never thought how "Angels" should behave, else she might have been disappointed.

Then he threw back his own head, howled dismally, and dejectedly curled himself down beneath the captain's hammock. Little Take-a-Stitch pondered a moment what she had best do in order to find her grandfather and, having decided, made haste to dress.

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