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“So do I, Eva!” “ said her father. “Well, papa, you can do everything, and are everything to me. You read to me,- you sit up nights,- and Tom has only this one thing, and his singing; and I know, too, he does it easier than you can. He carries me so strong!” The desire to do something was not confined to Tom. Every servant in the es- tablishment showed the same feeling, and in their way did what they could. Poor Mammy’s heart yearned towards her darling; but she found no opportu- nity, night or day, as Marie declared that the state of her mind was such, it was im- possible for her to rest; and, of course, it was against her principles to let any one else rest. Twenty times in a night, Mammy would be roused to rub her feet, to bathe her head, to find her pocket-handkerchief, to see what the noise was in Eva’s room, to let down a curtain because it was too light, or to put it up because it was too dark; and, in the daytime, when she longed to have some share in the nursing of her pet, Marie seemed unusually ingenious in keeping her busy any- where and everywhere all over the house, or about her own person; so that stolen interviews and momentary glimpses were all she could obtain. “I feel it my duty to be particularly careful of myself, now,” she would say, “feeble as I am, and with the whole care and nursing of that dear child upon me.” “Indeed, my dear,” said St. Clare, “I thought our cousin relieved you of that.” |
