CHAPTER XVI

It was several weeks before Abbie could get around again to do all her work. Christine or Sarah came over and helped a little each day. Service finds its greatest opportunity and its least begrudged hours of labor among neighbors in a new community through which lines have not been drawn and into which class has not yet come. Abbie could not get over the loss of her little son. Always she saw him in shadowy outline among the others. All her life she was to say, “Now he would be seven,” “To-day he would be twelve,” …