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They all stood a moment in silence. “She said she loved me,” said Topsy,- “she did! O, dear! oh, dear! there an’t nobody left now,- there an’t!” “That’s true enough,” said St. Clare; “but do,” he said to Miss Ophelia, “see if you can’t comfort the poor creature.” “I jist wish I hadn’t never been born,” said Topsy. “I didn’t want to be born no ways; and I don’t see no use on’t.” Miss Ophelia raised her gently, but firmly, and took her from the room; but, as she did so, some tears fell from her eyes. “Topsy, you poor child,” she said, as she led her into her room, “don’t give up! I can love you, though I am not like that dear little child. I hope I’ve learnt something of the love of Christ from her. I can love you; I do, and I’ll try to help you to grow up a good Christian girl.” Miss Ophelia’s voice was more than her words, and more than that were the honest tears that fell down her face. From that hour, she acquired an influence over the mind of the destitute child that she never lost. “O, my Eva, whose little hour on earth did so much of good,” thought St. Clare, “what account have I to give for my long years?” There were, for a while, soft whisperings and foot-falls in the chamber, as one after another stole in, to look at the dead; and then came the little coffin; and then there was a funeral, and carriages drove to the door, and strangers came and were |
