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“O Tom! here you are. I’m glad I’ve found you. Papa says you may get out the ponies, and take me in my little new carriage,” she said, catching his hand. “But what’s the matter, Tom?- you look sober.” “I feel bad, Miss Eva,” said Tom, sorrowfully. “But I’ll get the horses for you.” “But do tell me, Tom, what is the matter. I saw you talking to cross old Prue.” Tom, in simple, earnest phrase, told Eva the woman’s history. She did not ex- claim, or wonder, or weep, as other children do. Her cheeks grew pale, and a deep, earnest shadow passed over her eyes. She laid both hands on her bosom, and sighed heavily. |
