Laura Brayton — page 83: what you’re looking at

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74 LAURA BRAYTON. CHAPTER XIII. A VISIT FROM PUTNAM. Sammy Glenn, the fireman, lay stretched out on a lounge ina small but neatly furnished room, which from the cooking-stove in it, the corner cupboard, and the brightly scoured oaken table, with the white cloth folded on-it, appeared to serve as kitchen, dining-room, sitting-room, and all. His bandaged head and a plaster where his face had been cut, as well as his reclining position, told that he had been pretty severely hurt, and was not yet fit for outdoor service. An elderly lady, so resembling him in features that her maternity. could not be doubted, was moving around the room quietly, dusting off the table and chairs, for she had just swept the room, leaving not a speck of dirt or even dust anywhere: so she seemed to dust more for form’s sake than from necessity. The door was suddenly opened, and a very dirty- faced, barefooted, ill-clad boy looked in. “Please, Miss Glenn, there’s a dandy chap and a t’other one down stairg as wants to see Sammy. T’other one give me some. stamps, he did, and he’s white, he is. May I fotch ’em up” ak wonder who they can be; it isn’t the doctor, sammy, for he said he wouldn’t be here again afore to-morrow.” “No matter who it is, mother, Let Billy Smut -/ = eomicbooks ~*~; . - com _— ad vs ot yy f a * 5a ‘a f