... managed to persuade a visitor to the workhouse to take it out and post it for him. And this is the letter that was delivered to Mr. Darwin, of the Dovecot, next morning: Honoured Sir, They call me Jack March. I’m a workhouse lad, but. Sir. I’m a good one. and ...

... lad. and look at me They arc thy own. Jack March, my son, I have left thee master of Dovecot, and all that I have.’ O the workhouse boy came to the owner of Daddy Darwin’s Dovecot. Later, he married pretty Phoebe Shaw, the daughter of Mr. Shaw, the farmer ...

... at Daddy’s right hand. The tears came into his eyes as he saw that the small paper was the letter he had written from the workhouse, 13 years ago. God bless thee, lad, and reward thee, said Daddy Darwin. ever a lad earned father and a home, thou hast earned ...

... is a thing about Daday Darwin that I have not toia you yet. In all the years h 1 nad lived alone before Jack March, the workhouse boy. came him, he had learned to be a miser. And that had nut made him any happier, for the more he added to the hoard in ...

... was a girl, supplied much of the fun and games of playroom. Home or did she?” Home is the girl's prison and the woman's workhouse. —George Bernard Shaw. * * * Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ...

... division of the Youth Hostels’ Association; goes to Winton County Secondary DADDY DARWIN’S DOVECOT 1. —Jack March LITTLE workhouse boy— awake —dreaming. From the for in the dav s of this top of an old walnut tree at story there were still work- the top ...