"All ready for your
chicken."
"Bring 'em right in!" the mother invited, cordially.
Ruth and Alice liked the farmer's wife at once. There was a stoop to
her shoulders that told of many weary days of work, and she looked
worn and tired, but there was a bright welcome in her eyes as she
greeted the visitors. "Pa Felix," as Sandy called his father, was
rather old and feeble.
"Come right in and make yourselves to home," urged Mrs. Apgar. "Your
rooms is all ready for ye!"
"Where is the bell-boy?" asked Miss Pennington, with uptilted head
and powdered nose. "I want him to take my valise to my room at once.
And I shall want a bath before dinner."
"Isn't she horrid, to try to put on such airs here?" said Alice to
Ruth, nodding in the direction of the vaudeville actress.
"Yes. She only does it to make trouble."
Sandy and his father were talking together in low tones in one corner
of the big parlor.
"You didn't get any word; did you?" asked the old man.
"No, Pa. There wasn't no letter."
"Then we won't git th' money."
"It don't look so."
"And we'll have to lose th' place?"
"I--I'm afraid so," replied Sandy.
"Gosh! That--that's hard, in my old age," said the elderly farmer,
softly. "I hoped your ma and I'd be able to end our days here.
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