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Portrait of Eleanor H. Porter Eleanor H. Porter Sister Sue — VII.—What does it Matter… (1921)

We're hungry! We want something to eat! And you laugh and tell us to eat the gravy on our baked potatoes; that it'll be lovely! Lovely, indeed! If you'd only show some sympathy with what we have to bear, we should n't mind it. We could stand things. But you don't care! You know you don't care! You like it here! You laugh, no matter what 't is, and tell us it might be worse. But I tell you it could n't be worse! Nothing could be worse than what we have here every single day of our lives—here!"
And with a choking sob May pushed back her chair and rushed from the room.
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Portrait of Eleanor H. Porter Eleanor H. Porter Sister Sue — VII.—What does it Matter… (1921)

The spots did not taste at all like plums, however. They had a curious, most unpleasant flavor not unlike the flavor of the crust itself, only much worse. The top of the pie, when Sister Sue brought it to the table, displayed a beautiful golden-brown crust, and looked most appetizing. Perhaps for that reason the disappointment was all the greater when the pie was cut and served, and May and Gordon, avowedly "starved to death," took generous mouthfuls of that yellow crust, each mouthful, as it happened, splotched with a big, dark yellow "plum."
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