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"You can sew very nicely I' you es tonear Madairls near the ith their hair all lanky and their

faces sunk in, working for dear life on finery Mother, is that what you

want for ry appeal in Lena's voice, that some mothers would have

felt; but Mrs Quincy was not on the lookout for other people's shades

of emotion

"Well, if you'd any sense you'd take Joe Nolan, as I've told you fifty

ties, and you could

twist hiether with a click

"Joe! Well, perhaps, when there's nothing else left but the poorhouse

It's pretty tough if I have to ood deal of a ot too much ambition"

"He may, or he may not Anyway, he'll bear the marks of a mechanic all

his days I'm not his kind"

Lena rose and went across the roo-table

and survey herself in the old green glass This was her panacea for

every woe The little pucker in her forehead straightened itself out

"Look ataround "Do you think all

this is meant to scrub and sew and cook for the fore, but her mother did not smile in return