St Nicholas [serial] . er by running on occasional errands for two orthree grocery stores in the neighborhood. I goes first to one an then to tother to git ajob, he said; for its only leaving things toplaces that I m good for, bein so old, ye see,maam, and, touching his forehead significantly, my memry bein near gone,—why, I aint nocount for messages. Whiles I m off, the childrenround about looks arter Trudy; but when .anythinglike a target company or a hand-organ with amonkey comes along, she s mostly forgot. an—an Mother ! mother ! I feels bad ! feels bad ! she cried, quite overcome, throwi:
St Nicholas [serial] . er by running on occasional errands for two orthree grocery stores in the neighborhood. I goes first to one an then to tother to git ajob, he said; for its only leaving things toplaces that I m good for, bein so old, ye see,maam, and, touching his forehead significantly, my memry bein near gone,—why, I aint nocount for messages. Whiles I m off, the childrenround about looks arter Trudy; but when .anythinglike a target company or a hand-organ with amonkey comes along, she s mostly forgot. an—an Mother ! mother ! I feels bad ! feels bad ! she cried, quite overcome, throwi:herself into Mrs. Percys arms and sobbing. It was too much for her,—the sudden changfrom delight in her possessions and general sesatisfaction, to acute pain at the realization thhere was another child, so much weaker and smallthan herself, who was as desolate as she had beeand whom she had treated with the same thoughless cruelty which she had herself experienced. 1see this and feel it for herself, did more than. LITTLE TRUDY MAKES HER FIRST APPEARANCE. Cathern, who had listened attentively to everyword, planted herself in front of the old man, andsaid: Look ahere i He looked, but Mrs. Percy could see more than^he did in the changed expression and earnestnessof Catherns manner. Ill mind her an look out for her when you reoff, if ye 11 let me, she said, earnestly. I did nthave no mother, neither; but I ve got one now,an she 11 let me, if I ax her. She s my mother,pointing to Mrs. Percy; an I aint Cathernany more, but I m Kathleen, an she gives meeverything nice. I 11 look out for Trudy, an Iwont never let her get hurt, an I 11 give her nicethings, too. She can have the torsle off my coat, Mrs. Percys gentle teaching could do. Inevening, after Mr. DafHe had come again and cried his grandchild away, she sat down withand talked with her long and patiently about |possibility of there being a life for her in the futmore beautiful than even her old visions had bin the dingy cou
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