"I don't want to leave you, Mrs. Higby," said Phronsie slowly.
Mrs. Higby looked as if she were about to throw her apron over her head again. "You blessed child!" she exclaimed, half-crying and allowing her hands to rest on the rim of the dish-pan.
"You have been so very good to us," continued Phronsie, shaking her yellow head decidedly. "I l