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dulged. I suppose it is partly our fault that they are selfish, and act like spoiled
children; but I’ve talked to St. Clare till I am tired.”

“And I, too,” said St. Clare, taking up the morning paper.

Eva, the beautiful Eva, had stood listening to her mother, with that expression
of deep and mystic earnestness which was peculiar to her. She walked softly
round to her mother’s chair, and put her arms round her neck.

“Well, Eva, what now?” said Marie.

“Mamma, couldn’t I take care of you one night-just one? I know I shouldn’t
make you nervous, and I shouldn’t sleep. I often lie awake nights, thinking-”

“O, nonsense, child-nonsense!” said Marie; “you are such a strange child!”

“But may I, mamma? I think,” she said, timidly, “that Mammy isn’t well. She
told me her head ached all the time, lately.”

“O, that’s just one of Mammy’s fidgets! Mammy is just like all the rest of
them-makes such a fuss about every little headache or finger-ache; it’ll never do
to encourage it-never! I’m principled about this matter,” said she, turning to Miss
Ophelia; “you’ll find the necessity of it. If you encourage servants in giving way
to every little disagreeable feeling, and complaining of every little ailment, you’ll
have your hands full. I never complain myself-nobody knows what I endure. I
feel it a duty to bear it quietly, and I do.”
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