"Should I have the--_papers?_" she gasped at
length.
"Your papers? Yes, child, you can have them."
"I don't want them!" cried Ann, "never. I want them to stay just
where they are, till my time is out. If I am adopted, I don't want
the papers!"
Mrs. Polly stared. She had never known how Ann had taken the
indentures with her on her run-away trip years ago; but now Ann told
her the whole story. In her gratitude to her mistress, and her
contrition, she had to.
It was so long ago in Ann's childhood, it did not seem so very
dreadful to Mrs. Polly, probably. But Ann insisted on the indentures
remaining in the desk, even after the papers of adoption were made
out, and she had become "Ann Wales." It seemed to go a little way
toward satisfying her conscience. This adoption meant a good deal to
Ann; for besides a legal home, and a mother, it secured to her a
right in a comfortable property in the future. Mrs. Polly Wales was
considered very well off. She was a smart business-woman, and knew
how to take care of her property too. She still hired Phineas Adams
to carry on the blacksmith's business, and kept her farm-work running
just as her husband had.
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