Daddy-Long-Legs

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.