13/13 The very thing I vowed that I never would have--another boarder; what grandmamma would have called an 'unstiddy boy boarder!" And as Polly clattered the pots and pans, the young heathen in the parlor might have heard her fresh voice singing with great energy: "Shall we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high,-- Shall we to men benighted The lamp of life deny ?". |