wagon; and a boy, rushing past City Hall, sang out to Gadsby:—
“It’s Old Man Donaldson!!”
Tiny Nancy, almost swooning, said:—
“Donaldson? Oh, Kathy! That’s Lucy’s Dad, of Company Two, you know!” and Frank and John Smith shot wildly downstairs to find out about it. In an instant a sobbing girlish form was dashing madly from that Night School building towards our Municipal Hospital. It was Lucy; bright, always laughing Lucy; but half an hour ago singing so happily in that girls’ trio.
As that big factory was still blazing furiously, Frank and John, coming in, said:—
“It was only a scalp wound, and a sprung wrist. Lucy is coming upstairs, now.”
Lucy, coming in, badly blown from running and fright, said:—
“That wall caught Daddy; but it was so old and thin it didn’t crush him. Oh! How I worry if that alarm rings!”
“But,” put in Nancy, “it’s man’s work. Pshaw!! What good am I? Why, I couldn’t do a thing around that factory, right now! Look at my arm! About as big as a ball bat!” and as Frank took that sad, tiny form in his arms, Gadsby said:—
“All throughout Natural History, Nancy,
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