GEORGE GETS ON
... By Daisy Mace Fdgietont. George stood outside the workhouse gates with his mother, waiting to go in for the night. He was tall for eleven, and the old suit that charity had bestowed upon him a year ago was small for him now and hung in strips everywhere. The autumn evening was coldly raw. With one blue hand, George clasped his mouth organ, and on it played a little tune. The rich man, coming ...