Cheer up, mother, sister, brothers,
And the pastor of her church,
For though Martha’s joined the angels,
She leaves none in the lurch.
The other item was not poetic. It was in the advertisement column, and read:—
Wanted: immediately. A good cook. Must be neat, willing, honest, and experienced. No laundry work. References required. Only competent workers need apply. Address X. Y. Z., this office.
“I saw your advertisement in the paper this morning,” said Miss Bates, stopping at the doctor’s gate in the early evening.
Barbara sat on the porch step, her bright head drooped upon the vine-covered railing. It had been sweeping-day, and the unused muscles of her back were protesting against their unaccustomed exercise. Perhaps it was weariness that sent the querulous note into her voice.
“How did you know it was mine?”