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Mrs. Pastern undertook the work of going from house to house with the thoughtless resignation of an honest and traditional laborer.

It was her destiny ; ;

it was her life.

Her mother had done it before her, and even her old grandmother, who had collected money for smallpox and unwed mothers.

Mrs. Pastern had telephoned most of her neighbors in advance, and most of them were ready for her.

She experienced none of the suspense of some poor stranger selling encyclopedias.

Here and there she stayed to visit and drink a glass of sherry.

The contributions were ahead of what she had got the previous year, and while the money, of course, was not hers, it excited her to stuff her kit with big checks.

She stopped at the Surcliffes' after dusk, and had a Scotch-and-soda.

She stayed too late, and when she left, it was dark and time to go home and cook supper for her husband.

`` I got a hundred and sixty dollars for the hepatitis fund '', she said excitedly when he walked in.

`` I did everybody on my list but the Blevins and the Flannagans.

I want to get my kit in tomorrow morning -- would you mind doing them while I cook the dinner ''??