Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Nina Boone]
Like bein' a home missionary,” she explained.
With attention focused on her, Nora's transparent skin turned rosy pink. She played confusedly with the fingers of the four-year-old. Presently she had overcome her embarrassment enough to say, “We've got a awful pretty church.”
I told her that I had seen the
“I think it's prettier inside than outside,” she said.
All the children except Nora and the baby ran out on the small porch and left a felling of emptiness in the bare-looking room. There were the three chairs, the old machine, a rickety table, and a bed.
“Sometimes I've wished it was so I could get a job, and Jim says he wouldn't want me to leave the children if I could,” Nina said. “He don't think nobody would take the same care of 'em that I do. But it's all we can do to live on $13 a week. Sometimes he don't make that much. He says when they get older and more of 'em start to school he don't see how he can manage unless wages go up.
“Jim thinks if any man can get better wages for