The luck of the Dudley Grahams : as related in extracts from Elizabeth Graham's diary . pub-lic downfall of the plaster saint. Whichspeaks pretty well for Ernies popularity, it seemsto me. The mean sneak T declared Mary Hobart i8o The Luck of indignantly, some half-hour later, to the littlegroup of sympathisers who lingered in the school-yard till Ernie should be released. It was all aplot! And to think that I should have helped tolead Ernie into it! Well, Im more determinedthan ever that she shall win the prize. Wemustnt let her feel too discouraged, girls! wemustnt! The poor, silly darling!
The luck of the Dudley Grahams : as related in extracts from Elizabeth Graham's diary . pub-lic downfall of the plaster saint. Whichspeaks pretty well for Ernies popularity, it seemsto me. The mean sneak T declared Mary Hobart i8o The Luck of indignantly, some half-hour later, to the littlegroup of sympathisers who lingered in the school-yard till Ernie should be released. It was all aplot! And to think that I should have helped tolead Ernie into it! Well, Im more determinedthan ever that she shall win the prize. Wemustnt let her feel too discouraged, girls! wemustnt! The poor, silly darling! And now, lest you mistake me for a wizard,I will confess that Mary came home with Ernieafter school. The two girls talked the excite-ment over as they set the table for dinner, whileI stood in the kitchen doorway and listened,potato-knife in hand, till I felt quite as if I hadwitnessed it all myself,—and so I have set itdown here, though it is hard to snatch time ona Monday. Tuesday, January ^^H, dear! I am tired to-night. I have^^^ been ironing all day,—and Im I STOOD IN THE KITCHEN DOORWAY AND LISTENED The Dudley Grahams i8i Sunday, January ^OU havent any idea how poor we are. It-*- is half funny and half terrible,—trying tokeep house for a family of six people on sevendollars a week! Just at first it did not seem im-possible. There was a false impetus, so to speak;coal in the cellar, coffee, oatmeal, flour, etc., inthe kitchen cupboard. For a while we were evenable to keep up a semblance of our usual table,and Miss Brown did not seem to she must find out soon. Will she leaveus when she knows? What shall we do,if she does? Each meal is a crisis. I growquite white and shaky before sounding thebell. Mother still refuses to draw anything fromthe bank, and we cant borrow of Uncle George,either; because he was so hateful after the Han-cocks left, and said things about father that itwill be hard to forgiv^. If we had Hazes sal-ary, we might
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