The New England magazine . THE MISTAKE By ANNIE HAMILTON DONNELL. M six, the Mite said. Im sixty, admitted, un-willingly, Miss Flavia; thenhastily amended: No, notquite, for to-morrow had notyet come. Until to-morrow she was notquite. The Mite readjusted her fat, bare kneesand her ideas of limits. She had hithertoin her dim little way supposed sixty was alimit. But Miss Flavia did not look like oneapproaching death. The Mite regardedher curiously. Does it hurt ? she suddenly did not look as though it hurt. But painleaped into the soft languor of Miss Flaviaseyes. Yes — oh, yes, it
The New England magazine . THE MISTAKE By ANNIE HAMILTON DONNELL. M six, the Mite said. Im sixty, admitted, un-willingly, Miss Flavia; thenhastily amended: No, notquite, for to-morrow had notyet come. Until to-morrow she was notquite. The Mite readjusted her fat, bare kneesand her ideas of limits. She had hithertoin her dim little way supposed sixty was alimit. But Miss Flavia did not look like oneapproaching death. The Mite regardedher curiously. Does it hurt ? she suddenly did not look as though it hurt. But painleaped into the soft languor of Miss Flaviaseyes. Yes — oh, yes, it hurts. Six dont, outlaughed joyously theMite. She stretched fat legs, fat arms, fatlittle trunk, in triumph of being five. Theecstasy of what was now and what wascoming set her good red blood a-drummingin her little veins. For lack of other wayto express it she emitted in a startling cre-scendo a clear, protracted shriek. Withoutapparent design she leaped and ran wan-tonly. A rather eventless, dreary life lay be-hind Miss Flavia — and ahead. But therehad be
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