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Topsy, with loud protestations, and tears, and groans, declared that she could not. “They’s burnt up,- they was.” “What did you burn ‘em up for?” said Miss Ophelia. “Cause I’s wicked,- I is. I’s mighty wicked, anyhow. I can’t help it.” Just at this moment, Eva came innocently into the room with the identical coral necklace on her neck. “Why, Eva, where did you get your necklace?” said Miss Ophelia. “Get it? Why, I’ve had it on all day,” said Eva. “Did you have it on yesterday?” “Yes; and what is funny, aunty, I had it on all night. I forgot to take it off when I went to bed.” Miss Ophelia looked perfectly bewildered; the more so, as Rosa, at that in- stant, came into the room, with a basket of newly-ironed linen poised on her head, and the coral ear-drops shaking in her ears! “I’m sure I can’t tell anything what to do with such a child!” she said, in de- spair. “What in the world did you tell me you took those things for, Topsy?” “Why, Missis said I must ‘fess; and I couldn’t think of nothin’ else to ‘fess,” said Topsy, rubbing her eyes. “But, of course, I didn’t want you to confess things you didn’t do,” said Miss Ophelia; “that’s telling a lie, just as much as the other.” |
