How is she going to support
herself?"
"She is studying arithmetic with me, you know, and writing and reading
with the dining-room girls; and I am teaching her music, and Mr. Roberts
proposes to have her join the history class as soon as she is
sufficiently advanced in the more common studies."
"But, Flossy Shipley, that is great nonsense! You know what I mean. You
cannot turn the world upside down in that fashion, or make an orphan
asylum of your house or a charity school."
"My dear, do you really think the house is in danger? Does it look like
an orphan asylum or feel like a charity school?"
Then would Gracie Dennis laugh, but look a trifle vexed, nevertheless,
and mutter that people couldn't do things that way in this world.
Then would Flossy be ready with her gentle drops of oil to soothe the
ruffles.
"Gracie, dear, I am not trying to reform the world. There are a great
many girls left destitute I know, and I will do at wholesale all I can
for them; but this one is peculiar. You have admitted that it was
unusual to see such dangerous beauty, and she is unusual in her mental
development. She could be fierce and wicked; she is ignorant and bitter
about many things; I am afraid for her. I have not been able to think of
a place where the Lord Jesus would have me take her.
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