I
A DIFFERENCE IN HEARTS
"I DON\'know as I cal\'lated to be the makin\' of any child," Miranda had
said as she folded Aurelia\'s letter and laid it in the light- stand drawer. "I
s\'posed of course Aurelia would send us the one we asked for, but it\'s just
like her to palm off that wild young one on somebody else." "You
remember we said that Rebecca, or even Jenny might come, in case
Hannah could n\'t," interposed Jane.
"I know we did, but we hadn\'t any notion it would turn out that way,"
grumbled Miranda. "She was a mite of a thing when we saw her three
years ago," ventured Jane; "she\'s had time to improve." "And time to grow
worse!" "Won\'t it be kind of a privilege to put her on the right track?"
asked Jane timidly. "I don\' know about the privilege part; it\'ll be
considerable work, I guess. If her mother hasn\'t got her on the right track
by now, she won\'t take to it herself all of a sudden." This depressed and
depressing frame of mind had lasted until th
eventful day dawned on which Rebecca was to arrive.