Poor and Proud, or the Fortunes of Katy Redburn: a Story for Young Folks by Oliver Optic
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"You don't say so." "Yes, I do, Tommy; so please don't say a word about it to anybody but your mother, and ask her not to mention it." "Not a word, Katy, mother won't say a word either." "And sometime I'll tell you all about it. Thank you for what's in the basket, Tommy." Without waiting for anything more, the noble, generous boy leaped down the stairs and passed out at the front door. "What have you got there, Katy?" asked Mrs. Redburn, as she entered the room with the basket in her hand. "Something Mrs. Howard sent us," she replied, as she opened the basket, and took out a plate of butter and half a dozen hot biscuit, which she carried to the bedside for her mother's inspection. "What have you done, my child?" exclaimed the poor woman, a flush gathering on her pale cheek. "Have you told the neighbors that we have nothing to eat?" "I couldn't help telling Tommy when I asked for the flounders yesterday; he told his mother, but no one else knows it." "I had rather starve than beg, Katy; but I cannot compel you to |
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