Mary Rose of Mifflin

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Title: Mary Rose of Mifflin
Author: Frances R. Sterrett

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MARY ROSE OF MIFFLIN
by
FRANCES R. STERRETT
Author of The "Jam Girl" and "Up the Road with Sallie"
Illustrated by Maginel Wright Enright

[Frontispiece: "'It's an e-normous house, isn't it!' she said in surprise"]

New York Grosset & Dunlap Publishers
Copyright, 1910, by D. Appleton and Company

TO THE MEMORY OF
MY FATHER AND MY MOTHER
WHO MADE A VERY FRIENDLY
PLACE IN THIS BIG WORLD

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
"'It's an e-normous house, isn't it!' she said in surprise" . . . . . . . . . Frontispiece
"'You can't ever know, Aunt Kate, how splendid it is to wear skirts'"
"Shelves and birdcage had all disappeared"
"'I haven't seen a canary bird for years,' she murmured"
"'It's a squirrel! A really truly squirrel in this big city!'"
"Mary Rose was perched on a chair across from him and was telling him of Mifflin"
"There on the wide window seat was the self-supporting cat"
"'Why didn't you come home before, Mary Rose?' Miss Thorley asked"

MARY ROSE OF MIFFLIN
CHAPTER I
"It's there in every lease, plain as print," Larry Donovan insisted. "No childern, no dogs an' no cats. It's in every lease."
"I don't care if it is!" Kate Donovan's face was as red as a poppy and she spoke with a determination that exactly matched her husband's. "You needn't think I'm goin' to turn away my own sister's only child? Who should take care of her if I don't? Tell me that, Larry Donovan, an' be ashamed of yourself for askin' me to send her away!"
"Sure, an' I'd like the little thing here as much as you, Kate, dear," Larry said soothingly, and in her heart Mrs. Donovan knew that he meant it. "But it isn't every day that a man picks up a job like this, janitor of a swell apartmen' buildin', an' if we take in a kid when the lease says plain as can be, no childern, no dogs an' no cats, I'll lose the job an' then how'll I put a roof over your heads an' bread in your stomachs? That's why I'm again' it."
"A clever man like you'll find a way." Mrs. Donovan's confidence was both flattering and stimulating. If a woman expects her husband to do things he just has to do them. He has no choice. "Don't you worry. You haven't been out of work since we were married 'cept the three months you was laid up with inflamm't'ry rheumatiz. The way I look at it is this: the good Lord must have meant us to have Mary Rose or he wouldn't have taken her mother an' her father an' all her relations but us. Seems if he didn't send us any of our own so we'd have plenty of room in our hearts an' home for her. She's a present to us straight from the Lord."
"That may be, Kate," Larry scratched his puzzled head. "But will the agents, will Brown an' Lawson look at it that way? The lease says----"
"Bother the lease!" Mrs. Donovan interrupted him impatiently. "What's the lease got to do with a slip of a girl who's been left an orphan down in Mifflin?"
"That's just what I'm tryin' to tell you." Larry clung to his temper with all of his ten fingers, for it was irritating to have her refuse to understand. "If we took Mary Rose in here to live don't you s'pose all those up above," he jerked his thumb significantly toward the ceiling, "'d know it an' make trouble? God knows they make enough as it is. They're a queer lot of folks under this roof, Kate, and that's no lie. Folks--they're cranks!" explosively. "When one isn't findin' fault another is. When I've heat enough for ol' Mrs. Johnson it's too hot for Mrs. Bracken. Mrs. Schuneman on the first floor has too much hot water an' Miss Adams on the third too little. Mrs. Rawson won't stand for Mrs. Matchan's piano an' Mrs. Matchan kicks on Mrs. Rawson's sewin' machine. Mr. Jarvis never gets his newspaper an' Mrs. Lewis al'ys gets two. Mrs. Willoughby jumps on me if a pin drops in the hall. She can't stand no noise since her mother died. She don't do nothin'