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There was, however, thank goodness, bread and that was supplied to the Orphanage only because Tara had insisted on Mrs. Barrowfield paying the baker last week and giving him a little in advance. Only she was aware of how much money that was allotted for the use of the orphans went on the drink that kept Mrs. Barrowfield content and comfortable, if no one else was. Tara did not worry herself unduly about it, except when the children were ill from lack of food or so hungry that they could not sleep at night. It was then that she would fight fiercely with Mrs. Barrowfield for their rights. Because the older woman was too indolent to oppose her for long she invariably capitulated and handed over some of the precious money she had been intending to keep for herself. Tara cut up the loaves