"She will never know how I appreciate what she has done for me, but I think talking to Father will not do any good.

Home hasn't been so overly pleasant.

It's been a small, dark, cramped house, dingy and hot, when it might have been big, airy, and comfortable, well furnished and pretty as Father's means would allow, and as all the neighbours always criticize him for not having it; it's meant hard work and plenty of it ever since I was set to scouring the tinware with rushes at the mature age of four, but it's been home, all the home I have had, and it hurts more than I can tell you to be ordered out of it as I was, but if I do well and make a big success, maybe he will let me come back for Christmas, or next summer's vacation." "If he won't, Ma said you could come to our house," said Adam.
"That's kind of her, but I couldn't do it," said Kate.
"She SAID you could," persisted the boy.
"But if I did it, and Father got as mad as he was last night and tore up your father's deed, then where would I be ?" asked Kate.
"You'd be a sixteenth of two hundred acres better off than you are now," said Adam.
"Possibly," laughed Kate, "but I wouldn't want to become a land shark that way.

Look down the road." "Who is it ?" asked Adam.
"Nancy Ellen, with my telescope," answered Kate.

"I am to go, all right." "All right, then we will go," said the boy, angrily.