40/75 Never had all the school I needed--nor near enough company of nice girls like you." "Am I nice ?" she asked, quickly. "Look at the holes." She showed rips and worn-out places in the sleeves of her buckskin blouse, through which gleamed a round, brown arm. "I sew when I have anythin' to sew with.... Look at my skirt--a dirty rag. An' I have only one other to my name.... |