He COULD N'T . Why , He 's kind and good . Of course , you must n't tell any more now that you know it 's wrong . '' `` If I ca n't tell lies what 's to become of me ? '' said Mary with a sob . `` YOU do n't understand . You do n't know anything about it . You 've got a home and a kind father -- though it does seem to me that he is n't more 'n about half there . But anyway he does n't lick you , and you get enough to eat such as it is -- though that old aunt of yours does n't know ANYTHING about cooking . Why , this is the first day I ever remember of feeling ` sif I 'd enough to eat . I 've been knocked about all of my life , ` cept for the two years I was at the asylum . They did n't lick me there and it was n't too bad , though the matron was cross . She always looked ready to bite my head off a nail . But Mrs. Wiley is a holy terror , that 's what SHE is , and I 'm just scared stiff when I think of going back to her . '' `` Perhaps you wo n't have to . Perhaps we 'll be able to think of a way out . Let 's both ask God to keep you from having to go back to Mrs. Wiley . You say your prayers , do n't you Mary ? '' `` Oh , yes , I always go over an old rhyme ` fore I get into bed , '' said Mary indifferently . `` I never thought of asking for anything in particular though .
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