It had seemed to answer very well.

Mrs.Ferris fixed his wavering glance.
"Don't you think it is too bad, Mr.Yancy, the way those children have been neglected?
There is nothing for them but to run wild." "Well, I seen some right good children fetched up that-a-ways--smart, too.

You see, ma'am, there's a heap a child can just naturally pick up of himself." "Oh!" and the monosyllable was uttered rather weakly.

Mr.Yancy's name had been given her as that of a resident of weight and influence in the classic region of Scratch Hill.

Miss Malroy came to her friend's rescue.
"Mrs.Ferris thinks the children should have a chance to learn at home.