Now let me tell you why poor Letty Bascombe, with her sunny temper,
cried on this day while she was making pies.
You see, she was only fifteen, and when one is fifteen, and there is
fun going on that one can't be in, it is very trying, to say the least.
Not that tears help it the least in the world, no, indeed. In fact,
tears at such times always make matters worse.
Well, she was only fifteen, as I was saying, and, instead of going with
the family into town, she had to stay home and make pies.
Now the family were no relation to her. She was only Mrs. Mason's
"help." Eighteen months ago Letty's mother (a widow) had died. Her
brother had gone away off to a large city, and she had come to Mrs.
Mason's to live. Mrs. Mason was as kind as she could be to her, but
you know one must feel "blue" at times when one has lost all but one
relative in the world, and that one is a dear brother who is way, way
off, even if one is surrounded by the kindest friends.
So now, tell me, don't you think Letty had something to shed tears
about?
"I j-just c-can't help it.
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