. The story of a short life . my telling you. Do you remember ?I remember, and I mean to remember. I told Jemima that very said, It means Happy with my fate, and in our family we have to behappy with it, whatever sort of a one it is. For you told me so. AndI told the Tuner, and he liked hearing about it very much. And thenhe went on tuning, and he smiled so when he was listening to thenotes, I thought he looked very happy; so I asked him, and he said,Yes, he was always happy when he was meddling with a musical instru-ment. But I thought, most likely all brave poor things are happy with
. The story of a short life . my telling you. Do you remember ?I remember, and I mean to remember. I told Jemima that very said, It means Happy with my fate, and in our family we have to behappy with it, whatever sort of a one it is. For you told me so. AndI told the Tuner, and he liked hearing about it very much. And thenhe went on tuning, and he smiled so when he was listening to thenotes, I thought he looked very happy; so I asked him, and he said,Yes, he was always happy when he was meddling with a musical instru-ment. But I thought, most likely all brave poor things are happy withtheir fate, even if they cant tune; and I asked Father, and he said, Yes,and so we are putting it into my collection—partly for that, and partly,when the coat-of-arms is done, to show that the book belongs to , Father dear, the explaining is really quite finished this time, andyou may do all the rest of the show-off yourself! CHAPTER IX. St. George ! a stirring life they lead,That have sucli neighbours near. H, Jemima ! Jemima ! Iknow you are very kind,and I do mean not to beimpatient; but eitheryoure telling stories oryoure talking nonsense,and thats a fact. Howcan you say that that bluestuff is a beautiful match,and will wash the exactcolour, and that youresure I shall like it whenits made up with a cordand tassels, when its notthe blue I want, and whenyou know the men in hos-pital havent any tassel-sto their dressing-gowns atall! Youre as bad asthat horrid shopman who made me so angry. If I had not been obligedto be good, I should have liked to hit him hard with my crutch, whenhe kept on saying he knew I should prefer a shawl-pattern lined withcrimson, if I would let him send one. Oh, here cames Father! Now,thats right; hell know. Father dear, is this blue pattern the samecolour as that? Certainly not. But whats the matter, my child? Its about my dressing-gown ; and I do get so tired about it, be-cause people will talk nonsense, and wont speak the truth, a
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