"You certainly do not advise me to keep these?"
asked Sally, despondently.
Edward Patterson looked puzzled. "Use your
own judgment," he said, finally.
Sally summarily marched across the room and
flung the gay bonnet and the mournful one out of the
window. Then she took out a bundle of very old
underwear which had turned a saffron yellow with
age. "People are always coming to me for old linen
in case of burns," she said, succinctly. "After these
are washed I can supply an auto da fe."
Poor Sally worked all that day and several days
afterward. The rector deserted her, and she relied
upon her own good sense in the disposition of little
Content's legacy. When all was over she told her
husband.
"Well, Edward," said she, "there is exactly one
trunk half full of things which the child may live to
use, but it is highly improbable. We have had six
bonfires, and I have given away three suits of old
clothes to Thomas's father. The clothes were very
large."
"Must have belonged to Eudora's first husband.
He was a stout man," said Edward.
"And I have given two small suits of men's clothes
to the Aid Society for the next out-West barrel."
"Eudora's second husband's."
"And I gave the washerwoman enough old baking-
dishes to last her lifetime, and some cracked dishes.
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