A little hole began to come in the toe of each shoe.
She was still wearing her summer sunbonnet, although the days were getting frosty.
She was a proud little thing.

It mortified her for any one to see her looking so shabby.

Still she uttered no word of complaint, for fear of lessening the little amount in the pocketbook that her mother had said stood between them and the poorhouse.
She sat with her feet tucked under her when any one called.
"I wouldn't mind bein' a little beggah so much myself," she thought, "but I jus' can't have my bu'ful sweet mothah lookin' like that awful red-eyed woman." One day the doctor called Mrs.Sherman out into the hall.

"I have just come from your father's," he said.

"He is suffering from a severe attack of rheumatism.