Daddy-Long-Legs

Excerpt

The first Wednesday in every month was a Perfectly Awful Day—­a day to be awaited with dread, endured with courage and forgotten with haste.  Every floor must be spotless, every chair dustless, and every bed without a wrinkle.  Ninety-seven squirming little orphans must be scrubbed and combed and buttoned into freshly starched ginghams; and all ninety-seven reminded of their manners, and told to say, ’Yes, sir,’ ‘No, sir,’ whenever a Trustee spoke.