the little woman who took her ideas of life from the literature in The Hearthside. "He allus says that pore folks ought n't to have so many childern."
"Well, it's a blessin' that Margar't did n't have no more, fur goodness knows it's hard enough disposin' o' this one."
Just then a tap came at Mrs. Davis's door, and she opened it to admit Miss Hester Prime.
"I'm ruther late gittin' here," said the new-comer, "but I've been a-neglectin' my work so in the last couple o' days that I've had a power of it to do to-day to ketch up."
"Oh, we're so glad you've come!" said one of the women. "Mebbe you kin help us out of our fix. We're in sich a fix about little Freddie."
"We don't want to send the pore little dear to the childern's home," broke in another.
"It's sich an awful place fur young childern—"
"An' they do look so pitiful—"
"An' learn so much weekedness."
And, as is the manner of women in council, they all began talking at once, pouring into the new-comer's ears all the suggestions
