Mrs. Wiggs of the cabbage patch

iVai/sand Meansand Jim^s exertions were redoubled;day by day his scanty earnings becameless sufficient to meet the demands of thefamily.On Christmas eve they satover thestove, after the little ones had gone tobed, and discussed the situation. Thewind hurled itself against the house ina very frenzy of rage, shaking theicicles from the window-ledge and hissingthrough the patched panes. Thesnow that sifted in through the loosesash lay unmelted on the sill. Jim hada piece of old carpet about him, andcoughed with almost every breath.Mrs.Wiggs's head was in her hands, andthe tears that trickled through hercrooked fingers hissed as they fell onthe stove.ever seen her give up.It was the first time Jim had*^Seems like we '11 have to ast ferhelp, Jim,'' she said.**I can't ast fer2 17