“I’ve about told myself out,” said Mrs. Crawford. “Kristy, I think you really ought to excuse me now.”
“How will it do if I tell you one to rest mamma?” asked Mrs. Wilson. “I happen to be much interested just now in a story that is still going on in town.”
“Do tell it!” said Kristy. “I can get mamma to keep her promise this evening.”
Mrs. Wilson laughed, and first taking her sewing out of a bag she carried, she began:—
“It’s about the Home we see on the cars, going to the city.”
“Oh, yes! where we always see girls in the yard as we go by?” said Kristy.
“Yes; I’ll tell you how it began.”
Kristy settled herself more comfortably on the lounge, and the story began.