Fifteen Years with the Outcast by Mrs. (Mother) Roberts Florence
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never have got in. One of my girls left because of what you said and did
that day. I'll be glad to have you call. I always want to help save a girl if I can. Perhaps you can persuade her sister." Hallelujah! "It came to pass" less than a month later.) The gate-keeper passed us into the grounds, and soon I was being warmly greeted by Mrs. Kincaid. Presently I inquired if she recognized my companion. She smilingly shook her head. "You've met her many times, Mrs. Kincaid," I said. She guessed any but the right person. Finally she said slowly: "It might be Callie----; but she was nothing but a bag of bones; as forlorn-looking a specimen of humanity as I ever looked upon, whereas this woman is fine-looking, robust, and has a splendid expression. Surely it can't be Callie!" "But it is Callie. Look!" And Callie proved her identity by pulling up her sleeve--convincing evidence beyond a doubt. Never did I see matron more delighted. Presently, following some rapid questions and answers, she said, "How would you like to surprise your former companions, Callie?" "Just what I was hoping for, Mrs. Kincaid," Callie answered. "Very well; I'll have all of them called into the large dormitory. You wait here a few minutes." There was an enthusiastic welcome for me, but no one recognized my |
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