In the winter they nailed the windows shut; in the summer they
worked with the men, hoarded their pennies, and prayed to God at first,
but only wished at last, to do better than their neighbors.
Of all whom Mr. Jeminy had taught reading, writing and arithmetic, not
one was either better or happier than in childhood.
"Not one," said Mr. Jeminy, "is tidy of mind, or humble of heart. Not
one has learned to be happy in poverty, or gentle in good fortune."
"There's no poverty to-day," said Mr. Tomkins simply. It really seemed
to him as though every one were well off, because the war was over.
"There is more poverty to-day than ever before," said Mr. Jeminy.
"Hm," said Mr. Tomkins.
"Last fall," said Mr. Jeminy, "Sara Barly and Mrs. Grumble helped each
other put up vegetables. And Anna Barly came to my cottage, holding
out her apron, full of apples."
"My wife, too," said Mr. Tomkins, "put up a great many vegetables."
"But to-day," said Mr. Jeminy, "Mrs. Barly and Mrs. Grumble pass each
other without speaking.
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