Miss Adela Strangeworth came daintily along Main Streeton her way to the grocery.The sun was shining,the airwas fresh and clear after the night’s heavy rain,and ev-erything in Miss Strangeworth’s little town looked washed andbright.~1She knew everyone in town,of course,she was fond oftelling strangers—tourists who sometimes passed through thetown and stopped to admire Miss Strangeworth’s roses—that she Miss Adela Strangeworth came daintily along Main Streeton her way to the grocery.The sun was shining,the airwas fresh and clear after the night’s heavy rain,and ev-erything in Miss Strangeworth’s little town drawn washed and brightness.~1She knew everyone in town, Of course,she was fond oftelling strangers—tourists who sometimes passed through thetown and stopped to admire Miss Strangeworth’s roses—that she