"Only a half a loaf of rye bread and
some corn molasses. The children used to be very fond of that, but
they've had it so often since the strike began, that they're almost
sick of it."
"Is there any store open near here where I can go and buy something?"
"There's a bakery and delicatessen over on the street where the car
line runs. It's probably open now."
"Will I find a drug store over there, too? I want to use the
telephone."
"Yes, you'll find a drug store on that street, a block north."
"I'll go at once and you set the table while I'm gone. We'll have a
feast that will delight the hearts and stomachs of these little ones."
"God bless you, Helen," were the last words that fell on her ears as
she went out.
"I must call up Marion and tell her where I am," she mused as she
hastened toward the drug store. "I would have told her where I was
going before I left, but I was afraid she wouldn't let me go. Besides,
I don't feel like telling her everything yet."
A few minutes later she was in the drug store applying for permission
to use the telephone.
"The phone is out of order," the druggist replied.
"Oh," Helen exclaimed in disappointment.
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