. Donald and Dorothy . Oh ! its Aunt Kates own writing ! exclaimed Dorry,under her breath, as, still kneeling, she read the words. From Papa, she repeated slowly, — her Papa ;that was Donalds and my Grandfather. And she wrotethis in October, 1849—ten whole years before we wereborn! and when she was only a little girl herself! Then, with reverent hands Dorry lifted the top article —a soft, pink muslin dress, which had a narrow frillof yellowish lace, basted at the neck. It seemed to have 158 DONALD AND DOROTHY. been cast aside as partly worn out Beneath this lay asmall black silk apron, which h
. Donald and Dorothy . Oh ! its Aunt Kates own writing ! exclaimed Dorry,under her breath, as, still kneeling, she read the words. From Papa, she repeated slowly, — her Papa ;that was Donalds and my Grandfather. And she wrotethis in October, 1849—ten whole years before we wereborn! and when she was only a little girl herself! Then, with reverent hands Dorry lifted the top article —a soft, pink muslin dress, which had a narrow frillof yellowish lace, basted at the neck. It seemed to have 158 DONALD AND DOROTHY. been cast aside as partly worn out Beneath this lay asmall black silk apron, which had silk shoulder-straps,bordered with narrow black lace, and also little pocketstrimmed with lace. Dorry, gently thrusting her hand intoone of these pockets, drew forth a bit of crumpled ribbon,some fragments of dried rose-leaves, and a silver thimblemarked K. R. She put it on her thimble-finger ; itfitted exactly. Oh dear ! thought Dorry, as, with flushed cheeks andquick-beating lieart, she looked at the dress a
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