die preferred an exquisite poem he had copied from a city creditor: "This account has no doubt escaped your

as one should say: "We're all debtors and creditors in this world,

stless than Ellaphine. Their world was like the petunia-garden-the flowers were not orchids or telegr

just how much time they had, and one day was like another except that along about the first of every month E

for the winter, making him shirts or nightgowns, or fashioning something for herself or the ho

the evening. Prayer-meeting night saw them always on their

reminded of it by seeing Eddie and Ellar go by. They went so early that there

e factory. At any rate, there was no end to the occasions when shiftless gossips, dawdling

es Eddie Pouch, and my