Amelia Dennison and her sister, Mrs. Bird. Abby, her name
was--Abby Bird. She was a widow; she had never had any children.
She had a little money--Mrs. Dennison didn't have any--and she had
come to East Wilmington and bought the house they lived in. It was
a real pretty house, though it was very old and run down. It had
cost Mrs. Bird a good deal to put it in order. I guess that was
the reason they took me to board. I guess they thought it would
help along a little. I guess what I paid for my board about kept
us all in victuals. Mrs. Bird had enough to live on if they were
careful, but she had spent so much fixing up the old house that
they must have been a little pinched for awhile.
"Anyhow, they took me to board, and I thought I was pretty lucky to
get in there. I had a nice room, big and sunny and furnished
pretty, the paper and paint all new, and everything as neat as wax.
Mrs. Dennison was one of the best cooks I ever saw, and I had a
little stove in my room, and there was always a nice fire there
when I got home from school. I thought I hadn't been in such a
nice place since I lost my own home, until I had been there about
three weeks.
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