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The old gentleman.
Vineytoboiltwopoundsofscrag-endoftheneckforyourdinnersto-morrow,andIcanhavesomeofthebroth.Yes,Ishouldlikesomemorewaternow,love.Andwillyougetabasinandspongemyhands?"
Robertaobeyed.WhenshehaddoneeverythingshecouldtomakeMotherlessuncomfortable,shewentdowntotheothers.Hercheekswereveryred,herlipssettight,andhereyesalmostasbrightasMother’s.
ShetoldthemwhattheDoctorhadsaid,andwhatMotherhadsaid.
"Andnow,"saidshe,whenshehadtoldall,"there’snoonebutustodoanything,andwe’vegottodoit.I’vegottheshillingforthemutton."
"Wecandowithoutthebeastlymutton,"saidPeter;"breadandbutterwillsupportlife.Peoplehavelivedonlessondesertislandsmanyatime."
"Ofcourse,"saidhissister.AndMrs.Vineywassenttothevillagetogetasmuchbrandyandsoda-waterandbeefteaasshecouldbuyforashilling.
"Butevenifweneverhaveanythingtoeatatall,"saidPhyllis,"youcan’tgetallthoseotherthingswithourdinnermoney."
"No,"saidBobbie,frowning,"wemustfindoutsomeotherway.NowTHINK,everybody,justashardaseveryoucan."
Theydidthink.Andpresentlytheytalked.Andlater,whenBobbiehadgoneuptositwithMotherincaseshewantedanything,theothertwowereverybusywithscissorsandawhitesheet,andapaintbrush,andthepotofBrunswickblackthatMrs.
