Eleanor H. Porter,
The Daltons and the Legacy
“ A queer feeling of sympathy came over him for this gentle little woman on the top floor whom he had always liked. "There hain't none of the tenants no business with them yards; he said so.""Oh!" said Mrs. Dalton, "I—I'll go then." And she picked up the trowel and rose to her feet.She passed the janitor without a word, her head held high, and her eyes looking straight before her; but once in the seclusion of the halls, her head drooped, and her eyes rained tears that rolled down her cheeks unceasingly all the way to the top floor. ”
