“My conscience! How lovely and stylish you look!” The child, accustomed to elegant dress, praised with discriminating eyes.,
“Your nose is out of joint, Edith! I’ve got a new sister.” But his eyes belied his blunt words.,
“Don’t, mother! Mother, don’t come in here! Don’t come in the same room with me,—I’m not fit for— O mother, I’ve hurt Jimmy for life!”.
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