Harper's weekly . he precocious sharp-ness of a lone woman : and as the ill-usedmaid-of-all-work said of her, that she wasbooked for an old maid was written in her face. I have, even now, a disagreeable sensationof Hesters fingers, as they closed over andsunk into my plump little arms, while admin-istering correction for some childish mischief;and I remember that they were cold and I suffered the same amount in any otherway I should not have cared so much, but Idisliked to have her touch me. jimiher and .. animatedby a determined spirit of saving; and in con-seq
Harper's weekly . he precocious sharp-ness of a lone woman : and as the ill-usedmaid-of-all-work said of her, that she wasbooked for an old maid was written in her face. I have, even now, a disagreeable sensationof Hesters fingers, as they closed over andsunk into my plump little arms, while admin-istering correction for some childish mischief;and I remember that they were cold and I suffered the same amount in any otherway I should not have cared so much, but Idisliked to have her touch me. jimiher and .. animatedby a determined spirit of saving; and in con-sequence of this disposition we were short ofclothes, short of provisions, and short of all thecomforts of life. I used to think that I musthave been born in a black velvet bonnet andblue merino cloak, in which the mark left by ble—for I never had any ? ; was distinctly visi- t thus to recollections olgreen lieMs, and apple-bl-and a low, spreading house, with inceaves, and a deep wull, where the have faint, misty. HARPERS WEEKLY. [February 18, st money—had been admired l^otV^kJjVit lockcdascd valuables. When ft cxrtinm to get a -i of green worms;:c, liiscious-lookin, in a small basicsI mysteriously fori • ?? f - ? [ 111. r A door opened from this aptirtment into acloset that contained a cot bedstead. Here mygrandmother, Aunt Hester, and myself slept;and I, at least, found it rather crowded quarters. i-iri-j) there Jiiiil ..hv-nin iWake In lilid mwll aimthe blue flame that and the newly-kindled In.: i: My aunts appeal :iLlii:.y . get up. But it alwaysfor it; and when diefrozen, to the , or black tea, ai :ffi i beiran niv dail. early .lavs, ot running[j-niiiL! ul errand-, lipping up ..|>l ;. f mi hand- would admit. cheerless childhood passed c. place in that locked who spoke very kindly i but she died!h:. into the parlor,and at her; her f; 1 I fell upon tlie floor i ]>cppers and oni
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