And they just have a pile of straw to sleep in." On their way home she had pointed out to the frightened child a poor woman who was grubbing in an ash-barrel.
"That's the way people get to look who live in poorhouses," she said.
It was this memory that was troubling the Little Colonel now.
"Oh, Fritz!" she whispered, with the tears running down her cheeks, "I can't beah to think of my pretty mothah goin' there.

That woman's eyes were all red, an' her hair was jus' awful.

She was so bony an' stahved-lookin'.

It would jus' kill poah Papa Jack to lie on straw an' eat out of a tin pan.

I know it would!" When Mom Beck opened the door, hunting her, the room was so dark that she would have gone away if the dog had not come running out from under the piano.
"You heah, too, chile ?" she asked, in surprise.