CHAPTER XIX.
A BAND OF MERCY.
FEW evenings after we came to Dingley Farm, Mrs. Wood and Miss Laura were sitting out on the veranda, and I was lying at their feet.
"Auntie," said Miss Laura, "what do those letters mean on that silver pin that you wear with that piece of ribbon?"
"You know what the white ribbon means, don't you?" asked Mrs. Wood.
"Yes; that you are a temperance woman, doesn't it?"
"It does; and the star pin means that I am a member of a Band of Mercy. Do you know what a Band of Mercy is?"
"No," said Miss Laura.
"How strange! I should think that you would have several in Fairport. A cripple boy, the son of a Boston artist, started this one here. It has done a great deal of good. There is a meeting to-morrow, and I will take you to it if you like."
It was on Monday that Mrs. Wood had this talk with Miss Laura, and the next afternoon, after all the work was done, they got ready to go to the village.
"May Joe go?" asked Miss Laura.
"Certainly," said Mrs. Wood; "he is such a good dog that he won't be any trouble."
