The self-made treat for a lonely child

By LUELLA DOW

Contributor

“Luella, get that cat out of the house. I told you three times!” That was Mrs. Borgrim, my mother’s friend making my ears ring. She was keeping our home organized while my parents were at a meeting in another town. I sighed. There were two more days until Mrs. Borgrim could leave. She told all the neighbors she was “managing” the place. I guessed my name was on the list she had to manage. When she thought I couldn’t hear she told everybody, “That Mrs. Dow’s 6-year-old daughter is a real challenge.”

Before my parents left, I had complained to my mother that Mrs. Borgri...