Children's own library . or the rewerseâits according 180 DOCTOR MARIGOLDS PRESCRIPTIONS to your dispositionâif you could have seen me trying toteach Sophy. At first I was helpedâyoud never guessby whatâmilestones. I got some large alphabets in abox, all the letters separate on bits of bone, and sayingwe was going to Windsor, I give her those letters inthat order, and then at every milestone I showed herthose same letters inthat same order again,and pointed towardthe abode of time I giveher CART, and thenchalked the sameupon the cart. An-other time I give herDOCTOR MARI-GOLD, a
Children's own library . or the rewerseâits according 180 DOCTOR MARIGOLDS PRESCRIPTIONS to your dispositionâif you could have seen me trying toteach Sophy. At first I was helpedâyoud never guessby whatâmilestones. I got some large alphabets in abox, all the letters separate on bits of bone, and sayingwe was going to Windsor, I give her those letters inthat order, and then at every milestone I showed herthose same letters inthat same order again,and pointed towardthe abode of time I giveher CART, and thenchalked the sameupon the cart. An-other time I give herDOCTOR MARI-GOLD, and hung acorresponding in-scription outside mywaistcoat. Peoplethat met us mightstare a bit and laugh,but what did I care,if she caught the idea f She caught it after long patienceand trouble, and then we did begin to get on swimmingly,I believe you! At first she was a little given to con-sider me the cart, and the cart the abode of royalty, butthat soon wore off. We had our signs, too, and they was hundreds in. DOCTOR MARIGOLDS PRESCRIPTIONS. 181 number. Sometimes she would sit looking at me andconsidering hard how to communicate with me aboutsomething freshâhow to ask me what she wanted ex-plained, â and then she was (or I thought she was) solike my child with those years added to her, that I half-believed it was herself, trying to tell me where she hadbeen to up in the skies, and what she had seen sincethat unhappy night when she flied away. She had apretty face, and now that there was no one to drag ather bright dark hair, and it was all in order, there wasa something touching in her looks that made the cartmost peaceful and most quiet, though not at all melan-choly. The way she learnt to understand any look of minewas truly 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, an
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