CHAPTER VI.
FINDING SOMETHING TO DO FOR THE WAR.
The next morning the Mather carriage, containing both Mrs. Carleton and Rose, drove down the Hollow, and stopped in front of Annie’s gate. Mrs. Carleton’s business was with Widow Simms, who was mixing bread in the kitchen, and who experienced considerable trepidation when told “the grand Boston lady” had asked for her.
“I’m pesky glad I hain’t tattled about Jim,” she thought, as washing the flour from her hands and hooking her sleeves at the wrist she entered the sitting-room, and with a low courtesy, waited to hear the lady’s errand.
Mrs. Carleton had come with a request that the widow should not repeat what Rose had so heedlessly told her the previous night.
“You may think it strange that I care so much,” Mrs. Carleton said, “and unti
