And at this, with an instinctive glance toward the door where her mother would soon come in to stop by her mere presence all such conversation, Elizabeth eagerly threw out one inquiry after the other, pell mell.
"How on earth do you do it ?" she wanted to know.

"How do you get a speech ready, Aunt Deborah--how much of it do you write out ahead?
Aren't you just the least bit nervous--now, I mean--this minute?
And how will you feel on the platform?
_What on earth do you do with your feet ?_" As the girl bent forward there with her gaze fixed ardently on her aunt, her grandfather thought in half comic dismay, "Lord, now she'll want to be a great speaker--like her aunt.

And she will tell her mother so!" "What's the meeting all about ?" he inquired.

And Deborah began to explain.
In her five schools the poverty was rapidly becoming worse.

Each week more children stayed away or came to school ragged and unkempt, some without any overcoats, small pitiful mites wearing shoes so old as barely to stick on their feet.