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Updated: June 7, 2025
She screwed her face into a frowning knot as she tried to think what it was best for her to say. This letter is from Mary Rose Crocker, who lives in the cellar of your Washington house. I mean the basement. We call them cellars in Mifflin where I used to live, but in Waloo they are basements. Uncle Larry said you have a law that won't let children live in your house.
Donovan the same thing when he went back and reported the result of his interview. "What shall I do?" Mrs. Donovan was twisting the corners of her apron into hard knots and her mouth twitched with nervousness. "She's never been out so late as this since she came to Waloo. An' she's all alone! I'll never forgive myself if anythin's happened to her."
Judging from what I saw and heard that first day I was in Waloo, you've run across at least one of the other sort, too." Mary Rose blushed. Her inability to make friends with Mr. Wells annoyed her. "He's got dyspepsia," she said, as if that were an excuse. "To tell you the truth, Jimmie Bronson, when I first came here I nearly died.
"I just did move," proudly, "from Mifflin to Waloo." "Exactly. Quaint, isn't she?" Miss Thorley murmured to Miss Carter. "How old are you, Mary Rose?" Before Mary Rose could stammer that she was going on fourteen Miss Carter broke in to say that she was off. "Be good to Mary Rose," she begged. "And, Mary Rose, when you are tired, say so.
She doesn't like it in him. And Mr. Strahan's one and Jimmie Bronson and Mr. Wells and Mr. Jarvis. Why, what a lot of bachelors are right under this very roof!" "That's just it," laughed Mrs. Donovan. "'Stead of havin' so many bach'lor flats in Waloo there oughta be more fam'ly cottages." "There's Mr. Jerry now."
I had an awful time remembering that daddy said when there were so many people in the world there were friends for everybody. The people were so different and it was so funny to have them live up and down instead of side by side. At first I thought I'd never get used to it but I did. And I have lots of friends here now. But Waloo isn't Mifflin." And she sighed because it wasn't.
One does get so suspicious living with suspicious people," apologetically. "Please don't be suspicious of me. I'm the most harmless man in Waloo. I'm too busy hanging on to my job to be dangerous. I propose a vote of thanks to Mary Rose for bringing us together. All in favor say aye. The ayes have it." He held out his hand. She laughed consciously, but after a second she gave him her fingers.
He thought, rather vaguely, he'd stay in Waloo and see the world. There must be something there for a boy to do if he were strong and willing. "Oh, there is! Isn't there?" Mary Rose looked appealingly from Mr. Jerry to Bob Strahan. "Sure, there is," Mr. Jerry told her heartily. He asked for further particulars. Just what would Jimmie like to do? Had he any plans?
Mary Rose's voice was shrill with astonishment and her eyes were as big as saucers. "Why, everybody has children! They always have had. Don't you remember, even Adam and Eve? In Mifflin everyone has children." "It's different in Waloo. You see the man who owns this house thinks childern are noisy an' destructive." She tried her best to find an excuse for the unknown owner.
Black gave me when he took me to the train in Mifflin. How much should a cat's board be?" anxiously. "How much milk does he drink? Milk's seven cents a quart in Waloo." "Oh, not more than a quart a day," eagerly. "And he's almost too fat now." "A quart a day would be seven times seven " "I know. I know all my tables up to twelve times twelve. That would be forty-nine cents.
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