The Abigail ..[Organ of the Abigail free school and kindergarten] . ntry out there. Youknow they sell climate by the cubic yard. No; Mary has either seen these things orheard them upon good authority. We must notmisjudge her. But here is the most remarkabletiling yet. She says that a large watermelonburst just before they reached there and washedaway quite a stretch of railroad track. Dear!Dear ! Ill be glad to have her safe home with usagain. I feel very certain that some one misleadMary in regard to the watermelon. She knowsso little of the world.—From Aunt Joes Waste-basket. The attractions
The Abigail ..[Organ of the Abigail free school and kindergarten] . ntry out there. Youknow they sell climate by the cubic yard. No; Mary has either seen these things orheard them upon good authority. We must notmisjudge her. But here is the most remarkabletiling yet. She says that a large watermelonburst just before they reached there and washedaway quite a stretch of railroad track. Dear!Dear ! Ill be glad to have her safe home with usagain. I feel very certain that some one misleadMary in regard to the watermelon. She knowsso little of the world.—From Aunt Joes Waste-basket. The attractions in our yard this Summer arefour swings erected by our practical assistantJohn Luhrs. The little ones have alreadycommenced to enjoy them during their outsideplay hours. John is also erecting a horizontal bar for thelittle ones to stretch their cramped limbs. Subscribe for a copy of The Abigail forsome of your friends; you will get your full valuein interesting literature and will help in tlie workat the same time. Subscription price, 50c a year. 31 The Abigail. The picture marked with an X represents Mary Ferrara. Mary Ferrara of 37 Sullivan Street, one of ourdear little ones has last month, gone to thebrighter home for which, young as she was, shehad been yearning. The dear little girl was seven years of age, shehad attended at the school for about two yearsand had endeared herself to us all. On Friday March 25th, little Mary sat in herpoor and contracted home singing a lullaby toher rag-doll, when a spark flew out of the stoveand set her dress on fire. She jumped up and screamed, ran to an openwindow to the fire escape, and before the lovinghands of mother and sisters managed to controlher, she was frightfully burned. Poor little Mary was taken to St. VincentsHospital, where she expired after some hours ofacute suffering. The only audible words amidst her moans were, oh take me to heaven ! I want to go to thecity of gold I want palms of victory. Astonishing words were thes
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