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O Harriet, I wish this was papas house! I dont know these people. Be a good child, missy. I am good, but I ache here, putting her hand to her heart, and moaning while she reiterated Papa! papa! I roused myself, and started up to check this scene while it was yet within bounds. Say good-morning to the young lady, dictated Harriet. She said good-morning, and then followed her nurse from the room. Harriet temporarily left that same day, to go to her own friends, who lived in the neighbourhood. On descending, I found Paulina (the child called herself Polly, but her full name was Paulina Mary) seated at the breakfast-table by Mrs. Brettons side. A mug of milk stood before her, a morsel of bread filled her hand, which lay passive on the table-cloth. She was not eating. How we shall conciliate this little creature, said Mrs. Bretton to me, I dont know. She tastes nothing, and, by her looks, she has not slept. I expressed my confidence in the effects of time and kindness. If she were to take a fancy to anybody in the house, she would soon settle, but not till then, replied Mrs. Bretton. |
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