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wrinkle, and exhibiting, through the whole process, a gravity and seriousness with which her instructress was greatly edified. By an unlucky slip, however, a fluttering fragment of the ribbon hung out of one of her sleeves, just as she was finishing, and caught Miss Ophelia’s attention. Instantly she pounced upon it. “What’s this? You naughty, wicked child,- you’ve been stealing this!” The ribbon was pulled out of Topsy’s own sleeve, yet was she not in the least disconcerted; she only looked at it with an air of the most surprised and uncon- scious innocence. “Laws! why, that ar’s Miss Feely’s ribbon, an’t it? How could it a got caught in my sleeve?” “Topsy, you naughty girl, don’t you tell me a lie,- you stole that ribbon!” “Missis, I declar for ‘t, I didn’t;- never seed it till dis yer blessed minnit.” “Topsy,” said Miss Ophelia, “don’t you know it’s wicked to tell lies?” “I never tell no lies, Miss Feely,” said Topsy, with virtuous gravity; “it’s jist the truth I’ve been a-tellin now, and an’t nothin’ else.” “Topsy, I shall have to whip you, if you tell lies so.” “Laws, Missis, if you’s to whip all day, couldn’t say no other way,” said Topsy, beginning to blubber. “I never seed dat ar,- it must a got caught in my sleeve. Miss Feely must have left it on the bed, and it got caught in the clothes, and so got in my sleeve.” |
