Before breakfast next morning, I ran over to Mis' Sykes's and Mis' Merriman's, and told them.
"Like enough she done something better than buy mourning, too," says Mis' Merriman.
It was the first and only time in my life I ever see Mis' Silas Sykes's eyes fill up with tears.
"Why, my land," she says, "she's using her sorrow."
And all of a sudden, the morning and the world meant something more. And Letty, that we were going to be so good to, had brought us something like a present.
FOOTNOTE:
[4] Copyright, 1914, Woman's Home Companion.