George M. Baker, Running to Waste: The Story of a Tomboy
“ The captain looked at her with increasing wonder. Could this be the tomboy who had snatched his whip from his hand, stolen his horse, and given him such a chase—this little woman, with her sweet voice and penitent air? Or was this some new trick?“Well,” said he at last, gruffly; “is that all you came for?”“No,” answered Becky. “When I found that we were indebted to you for food and clothing, when I began to be a better girl, I felt it was mean to let you do everything, and I, strong and active, doing nothing; so I went to work [192] in the paper mill. ”
