? ? ? ? "It's too bad, Grace," said Sam, looking red about the eyes; "it's too bad that you should have to go to the poorhouse."
? ? ? ? "Come and see me, Sam," said Grace.
? ? ? ? "Yes, I will, Grace. I'll come often, too. You shan't stay there long."
? ? ? ? "Good-by," said Grace, faltering. "You have all been very kind to me."
? ? ? ? "Good-by, my dear child," said Mrs. Pomeroy.
? ? ? ? "Who knows but you can return to us when the new house is done?"
? ? ? ? So poor Grace went out from her pleasant home to find the deacon, grim-faced and stern, waiting for her.
? ? ? ? "Jump in, little girl," he said. "You've kept me waiting for you a long time, and my time is valuable."
? ? ? ? The distance to the poorhouse was about a mile and a half. For the first half mile Deacon Pinkerton kept silence. Then he began to speak, in a tone of cold condescension, as if it were a favor for such a superior being to address an insignificant child, about to become a pauper.
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