“Yes; but some one who could take care of himself. And you didn’t expect to open dressmaking parlors.”,
A whoop startled her and she turned to see a handsome boy racing up on a brown pony, also carrying a basket.,
“Mother,” he resumed, “I know I must freeze to some sort of business, and that mighty soon, too. But a preacher—why, he can’t be like anybody. He never has any fun.”.
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