She has her
head full of them. Only the other day, down to the store, I heard her
say to Mr. Frye: 'It's the old who are always getting the young into
trouble.'"
"Just think of that," said Miss Beal.
"To my way of thinking," continued Mrs. Grumble, "the shoe is on the
other foot. What with the young folks growing up so wild, we must all
be as busy as thieves to keep what belongs to us."
"And what belongs to us, Mrs. Grumble?" asked the dressmaker, lifting
from her lap a dress designed for Mrs. Sneath, the butcher's wife.
"No more than what we can get," replied Mrs. Grumble, with a shake of
her head. "And that's little enough."
"Then," said Miss Beal, "what do you think Anna Barly meant by saying
'twas the old had got her into trouble?"
"Why, bless your soul," said Mrs. Grumble.
Miss Beal, from the front of her chair, regarded her friend with round
and serious eyes. "I don't rightly know, Mrs. Grumble," she said, "but
I came on her yesterday, and I declare if she hadn't been crying. Last
night I dreamed old Mrs.
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