The Camp Fire Girls on the Farm - Or, Bessie King's New Chum by Jane L. Stewart
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have known how to start looking for them, even if they'd been
particularly anxious to do it." "And I don't believe they were," said Eleanor Mercer, indignantly. "They treated her shamefully, Charlie--made her work like a hired girl, and never paid her for it, at all. Instead, they acted, or the woman did, anyhow, just as if they were giving her charity in letting her stay there. Wasn't that an outrage?" "Lots of people act as if they were being charitable when they get a good deal more than they give," said the lawyer dryly. "Maw Hoover was always calling me lazy, and saying she'd send me to the poor-farm," said Bessie. "But it was she and Jake that made things so hard. Paw Hoover was always good to me, and he helped me to get away, too." "That's what I'm driving at," said Jamieson. "You had a right to go whenever you liked, if they hadn't adopted you, or anything like that. Really, all you were in their place was a servant who wasn't getting paid." "I knew she had a right to go," said Eleanor. "That's why I helped her, of course." "Then we're all right. If she'd really run away from someone who had a right to keep her, it would be harder. I might be able to prove that they weren't fit guardians, but that's always hard, and it's a good thing we don't need to do it. Hullo, what's the matter now?" |
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