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As he finished, she suddenly threw her arms around his neck, burst into tears, and sobbed convulsively. “Eva, dear child! what is the matter. said St. Clare, as the child’s small frame trembled and shook with the violence of her feelings. ”This child," he added, “ought not to hear any of this kind of thing,- she’s nervous.” “No, papa, I’m not nervous,” said Eva, controlling herself, suddenly, with a strength of resolution singular in such a child. “I’m not nervous, but these things sink into my heart.” “What do you mean, Eva?” “I can’t tell you, papa. I think a great many thoughts. Perhaps some day I shall tell you.” “Well, think away, dear,- only don’t cry and worry your papa,” said St. Clare. “Look here,- see what a beautiful peach I have got for you!” Eva took it, and smiled, though there was still a nervous twitching about the corners of her mouth. “Come, look at the gold-fish,” said St. Clare, taking her hand and stepping on to the verandah. A few moments, and merry laughs were heard through the silken curtains, as Eva and St. Clare were pelting each other with roses, and chasing each other among the alleys of the court. There is danger that our humble friend Tom be neglected amid the adventures of the higher born; but, if our readers will accompany us up to a little loft over the |
