"He
didn't mean any harm."
"He didn't! Why, what else did he mean, then? Children should be
taught to behave themselves. I never allowed a child of mine to climb
up and pull things over. Poor dear Abner often said that I was the one
woman in the whole parish who knew how to bring up children. But,
there, I must go. My head is aching badly, and I know that I shall get
no rest to-night. Oh, what troubles we poor mortals are heir to in
this mundane sphere."
"You must not walk, Mrs. Marden," Parson Dan insisted. "I shall drive
you home. It will take me only a few minutes to harness Sweepstakes."
"But I'm afraid it will be too much trouble," was the reply.
"Not at all, not at all, Mrs. Marden, I shall be only too glad to do
it." In fact the rector was most anxious to get his visitor out of the
house before she began to pour forth her tale of woe, which he believed
she had forgotten. But in this he was doomed to disappointment.
"Just a minute, parson," the widow began. "I haven't told you yet the
object of my visit here to-night."
"Doesn't your head trouble you too much to bother with it now?" the
clergyman asked, trying to look as sympathetic as possible. "Suppose
you wait until you feel better.
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