“If we could only keep the post office, mother, we should be all right,” said Herbert Carr, as he and his mother sat together in the little sitting room of the plain cottage which the two had occupied ever since he was a boy of five. “Men are selfish, Herbert, and there is no office, however small, that is not sought after.”…
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