The Precipice by Elia W. (Elia Wilkinson) Peattie
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to be clean for once in their lives and have a good supper in the
bargain. Maybe they'll be taken into good homes eventually. They're lovely children, really. You haven't looked at them closely enough, Mrs. Barsaloux." "I'm just as close to them as I want to be, thank you," said the lady, drawing back involuntarily. But she reached for her purse and gave Kate a bill. "Would this help toward getting them something?" she asked. Marna laughed delightedly. "I'm sure they're treasures," she said. "Mayn't I help Miss Barrington take them to wherever they're going, _tante_? I shan't catch a thing, and I love to know what becomes of homeless children." Kate saw a look of acute distress on Mrs. Barsaloux's face. "This isn't your game just now, Miss Cartan," Kate said in her downright manner. "It's mine. I'm moving my pawns here and there, trying to find the best places for them. It's quite exhilarating." Her arms were aching and she moved the heavy baby from one shoulder to the other. "A game, is it?" asked the Irish girl. "And who wins?" "The children, I hope. I'm on the side of the children first and last." |
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