Daddy Long Legs

The first Wednesday in every month was a Perfectly Awful Daya day to be awaited with dread, endured with courage and forgotten with haste. Every floor must be spotless, every chair dustless, and every bed without a wrinkle. Ninety-seven squirming little orphans must be scrubbed and combed and buttoned into freshly starched ginghams; and all ninety-seven reminded of their manners, and told to say, Yes, sir, No, sir, whenever a Trustee spoke.It was a distressing time; and poor Jerusha Abbott,...