Making Over Martha

by Julie M. Lippmann

"I'll go somewhere else. To another town—and earn my living."

"Doin' what?"

"I don't know yet. But the way will open."

"You bet it will. Good an' big, the way'll open," Martha echoed her words with scoffing emphasis. "It'll make you dizzy lookin' at it gapin' at you!"

Katherine's pale cheeks flushed. "I'm not a fool, Mrs. Slawson. There are some things I can do, as it is. I can learn to do more."

"Certaintly. There's lots o' lovely things you can do in this world—if you don't charge anythin' for'm."

Katherine rose.

"I came to you, Mrs. Slawson, because I felt you were my friend."

"So I am."

"I came to you because I knew what you'd done for the Hinckley girl. I want you to do the same for me. There's a train leaves Burbank Junction for Boston at eleven-thirty-three. Will you take me over there in your motor?"