Harper's Young People, November 30, 1880 / An Illustrated Monthly

I say, mother, Bill Joyce has run away! cried Eddie Stevens, rushing into the kitchen swinging his school-bag over his arm.
Has he, indeed? Well, I'm not very much surprised, for he has behaved very badly ever since his father died. I'm sorry, though, for poor Mrs. Joyce. She'll be all alone now, and I don't know how she'll get through the winter.

She wanted Bill to pick the apples, an' he wouldn't, an' so he jes' got his best clothes, an' went down the road to Moorfield Station, an' he told Sammy Brown he was a-goin to sea; an' he had lots of money, for Sammy Brown seen it, an' I seen Mrs. Joyce a-sittin' by the—
Stop! stop! Eddie, say 'saw,' not 'seen,' said his mother.
Well, I saw Mrs. Joyce a-sittin' by the winder, an' a-cryin' like a house a-fire, an' I guess Bill stoled—
Stop again, interposed Mrs. Stevens. Say 'I think' and 'stole.'
Well, anyhow I guess—I mean, I think—he's got her money.
Poor woman, she has trouble indeed. A drunken husband, who dies and leaves the place mortgaged for more than it's worth; a fire that burns her barn; and now a bad son, who runs away with what little she has saved to get through the winter with. I'll go and see her tomorrow.
The next afternoon when Eddie came home his mother looked very thoughtful. She said, Don't you think you could persuade the boys to pick Widow Joyce's apples on Saturday?