Stump electronic books

But their troubles are
talked over in the saloons and on the doorsteps, so I hear of them, and
can learn whether they really deserve help. They'll take it from me,
because they feel that I'm one of them."
Miss De Voe was too much shaken by her tears to talk that evening. Miss
De Voe's life and surroundings were not exactly weepy ones, and when
tears came they meant much. She said little, till Peter rose to go, and
then only:
"I shall want to talk with you, to see what I can do to help you in your
work. Please come again soon. I ought not to have brought you here this
evening, only to see me cry like a baby. But--I had done you such
injustice in my mind about that seven dollars, and then to find
that--Oh!" Miss De Voe showed signs of a recurring break-down, but
mastered herself. "Good-evening."
Peter gone, Miss De Voe had another "good" cry--which is a feminine
phrase, quite incomprehensible to men--and, going to her room, bathed
her eyes. Then she sat before her boudoir fire, thinking.


Pages:
320 321 322 323 324 325 326 327 328 329 330 331 332 333 334 335 336 337 338 339 340 341 342 343 344