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the world;” and Topsy would cut a summerset, and come up brisk and shining on to a higher perch, and evidently plume herself on the distinction. Miss Ophelia busied herself very earnestly on Sundays, teaching Topsy the catechism. Topsy had an uncommon verbal memory, and committed with a flu- ency that greatly encouraged her instructress. “What good do you expect it is going to do her?” said St. Clare. “Why, it always has done children good. It’s what children always have to learn, you know,” said Miss Ophelia. “Understand it or not,” said St. Clare. “O, children never understand it at the time; but, after they are grown up, it’ll come to them.” “Mine hasn’t come to me yet,” said St. Clare, “though I’ll bear testimony that you put it into me pretty thoroughly when I was a boy.” “Ah, you were always good at learning, Augustine. I used to have great hopes of you,” said Miss Ophelia. “Well, haven’t you now?” said St. Clare. “I wish you were as good as you were when you were a boy, Augustine.” “So do I, that’s a fact, cousin,” said St. Clare. “Well, go ahead and catechise Topsy; may be you’ll make out something yet.” |
