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4 lirer said Richards, who naturally substituted
I for this child one of her own. inquiring for her
I s.lf i'm like circumstances. Come nearer here
!, my dear Miss! Don't be afraid of me-
Il am not afraid of yon,' said the child, drawing
: nearer. But want to know what they have
y done with my Mama
= My darling said Richards, you wear that
D pretty black irock in remembrance of your Ma
+ ma
q 4 can remember my Mama returned the
q child, with tears springng to her eyes. in any
d frock.
d But people put on black to remember people
r when they're gone
Where gone ? asked the child.
u Come and sit down by me- said Richards 'ant
e I'll tell you story"
Q With Guicls perception that :. was in,onded
p rciatc what she had asked little Florence laiC
aside the bonnet she had held in her hand unit
looking mp into her face.
'Oncc upon a time said Richards. there was
a lady-a very good lady, and her little daughter
dearly loved her.
y very good lady, and her little daughter
dearly loved her. repeated the child.
who. when God thought it right that it should
be so, was taken i'll and died.
The child shuddered.
Died never to be seen again by any one on
earth, and was buried in the ground where the
trees grow
The cold ground, said the child shudderine
again.
NO! The warm ground returned Polly sez-
ing her advantage, where the ugly little seeds
turn into beautiful flowers and into grass. and
corn, and | don't know what all besides. Where
good people turn into bright angels, and fly away
to Heaven'
The child, who had dropped her head. raised
it again. and sat looking at her intently.
so: let me see said Polly, not little fur
ried between this earnest scrutiny, her desire to
comfort the child her sudden success. and her
very slight confidence in her own powers. so,
when this lady died. wherever they took her, or
wherever they put her. she went to COP! and
she prayed to Him. this lady did, said Polly, at-
ecting herself beyond measure being heartily
in earnest. to teach her little daughter to be sure
of that in hen heart and TO know that she was
happy there and loved her still and to hope and
trv-Oh all her liie--to meet her there one day,
never. never. never to part any more
1T was my Mama! exclaimed the child, spring
| ing up, and claSping her round the neck
And the child's heart. said Polly, drawing her
TO her breast: the little daughters heart was so
full Of the truth of this that even when she heard
it from strange nurse that couldn't tell it right,
but was poor mother herself and that was all
she found a comfort in it--ddnt feel so lonely
--sobbed and cried upon her bosom-took kindly
to the badly lying in her lap-and--there there,
there, there! said Polly, smoothing the chids
curls and dropping tears upon them. There,
poor dear!
oh well, Miss Floy! And won't your Pa be
angry ncithern cried a quick voice at the door,
proceeding from a short, brown, womanly girl Of
tG"riHe% '''i'h G,.i-' sinh rosol and black eyes
like jet beads when it was 'tickerlery given
out that you wasn't to 90 and worret the wet
nurse
/ she don't worry me- the surprised re-
jolnder OF Polly. Il am very fond OF children.
oh! but beggingyour pardon, Mrs. Richards
that don't matter, you know rcturnedth black
eyed girl, who was so desperately sharp and bit
ing that she seemed to make ones eyes water.
+ i may be very tondof pennywinklcs, Mrs. Rich
ards, but II don't follow that lin to have EN- for
| tea
We'll, it don't matter said Polly.
'Oh, thank'e, Mrs. Richards don't it y return
ed the sharp girl. Remembering, however, if
you be so good that Miss Floy's under my
charge, and Master Paul's under your'n.
But still we needn't quarrel, said Polly.
Oh no, Mrs Richards, reoined Sptiire. Not
at all don't wish it, we need MT stand upon that
footing Miss Floy being a permanency, Master
Paul a temporary. Sptiire made use of none
but comma pauses; shooting ont whatever she
had to say one sentence, and in one breath, il
/ possible.
Miss Florence has just come home, hasn't she?
asked Polly.
'les. Mrs Richards, Just come home, and here
Miss Floy before you've been in the house a
quarter of an hour, you goa smcarng your wet
face against the expansive mourning that Mrs.
/ Richards is Il wearing for your Ma ! With this
renonstrancc, young Spitiire, whose real name
was Susan Nipper, detached the child from her
new friend by a wrench-as if she were a tooth
But she seemed to do it, more in the excessively
sharp exercise of her official functions than
with any deliberate unkindness.
Shell be quite happy, now she has come home
again, said Polly, nodding to her with an en-
couraging smile upon her wholesome face, 'and
will be so pleased to see her dear Papa tonight,
'Lork, Mrs Richards ! cried Miss Npper, TAX
ing up her words with Jerk, Don't. See her
n dear Papa indeed | should like to see her dc
it =
Wont she, then 2? asked Polly.
Lork, Mrs. Richards, no, her Pas deal to,
wrapped up in somebody else, and before thcr,
was sonebody else to be wrapped up in she
. never was n iayorite, girls are thrown away il
this house, Mrs. Richards, assure you
, The child looked quickly from one nurse to TIN
other, as if she understood and felt what wa
said.
You surprise me : cried Polly. Hasn't Mr.
Dombey seen her since
no. interrupted Susan Npper. Not onc'
since, and he hadn't hardly set his eyes upon he
r before that for months and months, and don
think he'd have known her for his own child i
p, he had met her in the streets, or would know he
II for his own child if he was to meet her in til,
!, streets tomorrow, Mrs. Richards, as to me,
said sptlire, with a giggle, i doubt if he's awee
OF my existence
/ pretty DEAR said Richards; meaning, no
: Miss Nipper, but the little Florence
oh there's Tarter within Il hundred mile
/, of where we're now in conversation, can tel
you, Mrs Richards. present company always ac
cepted too,' said Susas Nipper; wish you goot
r morning, Mrs Richards, now Miss Floy, yo,
come along with me, and don't 90 hanging back
like a naughty, wicked child that judgments il
no example to, don't,
! In spite of being thus adured, and in spite al
/ so of some hauling on the part OF Susan Nipper
tending toward the dislocation of her right shou
der, little Florence broke away, and kissed hel
new friend ailectionatey
Good bye said the child. God bless you
!. shall come to see you again soon, and YOU
come to see me! Susan will let us. Won
you, Susan
Spithre seemed to be in the main good-na
turad Iittlp bndv althou0b n discinle of tb,