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Widow Hull that has the little house beyond East 

 Village by the tollgate ? " 



" I do," said Dodo. " She makes lovely taffy and 

 jumbles and ginger pop ! " 



" Well, she won't any more ; they are going to take 

 away the tollgate and her house, to make the road 

 wider to run trolley cars on. Mrs. Hull has to move, 

 and she feels dreadfully, and says she'll starve. I heard 

 her talking about it to Mr. Hodder. 



" ' The town'U give yer a lot and move yer house 

 across lots down to the next corner,' said he. 'Yer can 

 sell yer truck there.' 



" ' But,' said Airs. Hull, ' the trolley cars go by down- 

 hill there and uobody'U stop to buy. They all had to 

 stop at the tollgate ! ' 



" ' I know that, raarm,' said he, getting cross, ' but 

 it's progress ; progress always hurts somebody, marm.' " 



"Won't yer please hand in dis yer tray, ^Massa 

 Blake," said Mammy Bun's cheery voice at the door. 

 " I doan like walkin' on dem skins and tings, dey 

 slipped me down yesterday, dey did ; good rag carpet 

 tacked tight am fine 'nough for dis ole 'oman. Lan' 

 sakes, how can dey take pleasure sittin' in dat barn 

 room, like dey had no good home all fixed nice," she 

 muttered, as the door closed behind her. 



The tray held a light supper, because after dinner the 

 children said they could not possibly eat a real supper ; 

 but after Dodo and Nat had made three trips to the 

 kitchen for fresh supplies of toast and biscuits, they 

 decided that it was never safe to say immediately after 

 dinner that you would not be hungry for tea. 



