- able folks have gone to the poor-farm. I dare say
there's no disgrace. And they do say that the—the institution is conducted very nicely. No doubt I'll be quite comfortable there. And—and it isn't as though I'd have to stay very long."
"Oh," exclaimed Ned relievedly, "then you expect to—" But Polly interrupted him.
"Now, Miss Comfort," cried Polly indignantly, "don't you talk like that! Why, goodness gracious, you aren't old at all! The—the idea!"
"I should say not!" said Mae warmly. "The idea!"
Miss Comfort chuckled softly. "Well, I ain't helpless yet, I know, Polly, but I'm—" she coughed daintily—"I'm getting along in years, my dear."
"Seems to me," exploded Laurie, "there ought to be some place in this town where you could go. Wouldn't you a whole lot rather live in a—a—" he had started to say "barn," but changed it to—"a—a shed than go to that poor-farm place?"
"Why, yes, I don't know but what I would,"
