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Marie rose and threw herself out of the apartment into her own, when she fell into violent hysterics. “You didn’t give me a curl, Eva,” said her father, smiling sadly. “They are all yours, papa,” said she, smiling,- “yours and mamma’s; and you must give dear aunty as many as she wants. I only gave them to our poor people myself, because you know, papa, they might be forgotten when I am gone, and be- cause I hoped it might help them remember.... You are a Christian, are you not, papa? said Eva, doubtfully. “Why do you ask me?” “I don’t know. You are so good, I don’t see how you can help it.” “What is being a Christian, Eva?” “Loving Christ most of all,” said Eva. “Do you, Eva?” “Certainly, I do.” “You never saw Him,” said St. Clare. “That makes no difference,” said Eva. “I believe Him, and in a few days I shall see Him;” and the young face grew fervent, radiant with joy. St. Clare said no more. It was a feeling which he had seen before in his mother; but no chord within vibrated to it. |
