Chapter 14 No.14

I'm as lonesome as Marianna in the Moated Grange to-night! Isn't that the lonesomest poem on earth? Everything about it is unsanitary, too, from the rusty flower-pots to the blue fly "buzzing in the pane." No wonder it got on Marianna's nerves, in her condition, too! But she had one thing to be thankful for-she didn't know how many germs that fly h