Children's own library . uly surprising. When I sold of a night, she wouldsit in the cart unseen by them outside, and would give aeager look into my eyes when I looked in, and wouldhand me straight the precise article or articles I then she would clap her hands, and laugh for as for me, seeing her so bright, and rememberingwhat she was when I first lighted on her, starved andbeaten and ragged, leaning asleep against the muddycart-wheel, it give me such heart that I gained a greaterheighth of reputation than ever, and I put Picklesondown for a fypunnote in my will. This happi
Children's own library . uly surprising. When I sold of a night, she wouldsit in the cart unseen by them outside, and would give aeager look into my eyes when I looked in, and wouldhand me straight the precise article or articles I then she would clap her hands, and laugh for as for me, seeing her so bright, and rememberingwhat she was when I first lighted on her, starved andbeaten and ragged, leaning asleep against the muddycart-wheel, it give me such heart that I gained a greaterheighth of reputation than ever, and I put Picklesondown for a fypunnote in my will. This happiness went on in the cart till she was sixteenyear old. By which time I began to feel not satisfiedthat I had done my whole duty by her, and to considerthat she ought to have better teaching than I could give 182 doctor marigolds prescriptions. her. It drew a many tears on both sides when I com-menced explaining my views to her; but whats right isright, and yon cant neither by tears nor laughter doaway with its So I took her hand in mine, and I went with her oneday to the Deaf and Dumb Establishment in London,and when the gentleman come to speak to us, I says tohim: Now Ill tell you what Ill do with you, sir. I
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