DADDY-LONG-LEGS (3)

DADDY-LONG-LEGS (3)

Jerusha gazed out across a broad stretch of frozen lawn, beyond the tall iron paling that marked the cofines  of the asylum, down undulating ridges sprinkled with country estates, to the spires of the village rising the midst of bare trees.

The day was ended ー quite successfully, so far as she knew.

The Trustees and the visiting committee had made their rounds, and read their reports, and drunk their tea, and now were hurrying home to their own cheerful firesides, to forget their bothersome little charges for another month.

Jerusha leaned forward watching with curiosity ー and a touch of wistfulness ー the streamof carriage and automobiles that rolled out of the asylum gates.

In magination she followed forst one equipage then another to the big houses dotted along the hillside.

She pictured herself in a fur coat and a velvet hat trimmed with feathers in a leaning back in the seat and nonchalantly murmuring " Home " to the driver.

But on the doorsill of her home the picture grew blurred.

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