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AUTHOR OF
"Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch"
1903
"They met at the pump." ….. Frontispiece
"'Now the Lord meant you to be plain.'"
"'Come here, Tom, and kiss your mother.'"
"''T ain't no street…; this here is the Cabbage Patch.'"
"She puffed her hair at the top and sides."
"'She took on mighty few airs fer a person in mournin'.'"
"She sat on the door-step, white and miserable." 67
"Mrs. Wiggs took pictures from her walls and chairs from her parlor tobeautify the house of Hazy."
"Mr. Stubbins, sitting in Mrs. Wiggs's most comfortable chair, with alarge slice of pumpkin-pie in his hand."
"'Stick out yer tongue.'"
"Asia held out her hands, which were covered with warm red mitts."
"Master Robert Redding was right side up again, sobbing himself quietin Lovey Mary's arms."
"'Have you ever acted any?' he asked."
"Europena stepped forward."
"Sang in a high, sweet voice, 'I Need Thee Every Hour.'"
"'Haven't you got any place you could go to?'"
Susie Smithers at the keyhole
"Lovey Mary waved until she rounded a curve."
For life, with all it yields of joy and woe,
And hope and fear,…
Is just our chance o' the prize of learning love,—
How love might be, hath been indeed, and is.
BROWNING'S "A Death in the Desert."
Everything about Lovey Mary was a contradiction, from her hands andfeet, which seemed to have been meant for a big girl, to her highideals and aspirations, that ought to have belonged to an amiable one.The only ingredient which might have reconciled all the conflictingelements in her chaotic little bosom was one which no one had evertaken the trouble to supply.
When Miss Bell, the matron of the home, came to receive Lovey Mary'sconfession of repentance, she found her at an up-stairs window makinghideous faces and kicking the furniture. The depth of her repentancecould always be gaged by the violence of her conduct. Miss Bell lookedat her as she would have looked at one of the hieroglyphs on theObelisk. She had been trying to decipher her for thirteen years.
Miss Bell was stout and prim, a combination which was surely neverintended by nature. Her gray dress and tight linen collar and cuffsgave the uncomfortable impression of being sew