in the swamp, at the edge of the cleared space, had risen a log cabin; long, low, spacious, overhung with oak and pine. It was Zora‚Äôs centre for her settlement-work. There she lived, and with her a half-dozen orphan girls and children too young for the boarding department of the school. Mrs. ¬ÝCresswell easily fell into the habit of walking by here each day, coming down the avenue of oaks across the road and into the swamp. She saw little of Zora personally but she saw her girls and learned much of her plans.
The rooms of the cottage were clean and light, supplied with books and pictures, simple toys, and a phonograph.
The yard was one wide green and golden playground, and all day the music of children’s glad crooning and the singing of girls went echoing and trembling through the trees, as they played and sewed and washed and worked.