“Never mind, Mosey, we’ll tell Miss Gordon. She’ll give them sulphur an’ brimstone to-morrer.”,
“But I don’t wish May Nell away, mother, do you?”,
“Yes, now. Once she must have been about the same size, you know.” She stood behind the child caressing her cheek..
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