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Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers |
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“Sit down, child, while I go to your mistress.” “Shameful! monstrous! outrageous!” she said to herself, as she was crossing the parlor. She found Marie sitting up in her easy-chair, with Mammy standing by her, combing her hair; Jane sat on the ground before her, busy in chafing her feet. “How do you find yourself, to-day?” said Miss Ophelia. A deep sigh, and a closing of the eyes was the only reply, for a moment; and then Marie answered, “O, I don’t know, cousin; I suppose I’m as well as I ever shall be!” and Marie wiped her eyes with a cambric handkerchief, bordered with an inch deep of black. “I came,” said Miss Ophelia, with a short, dry cough, such as commonly intro- duces a difficult subject,- “I came to speak with you about poor Rosa.” Marie’s eyes were open wide enough now, and a flush rose to her sallow cheeks, as she answered, sharply. “Well, what about her?” “She is very sorry for her fault.” “She is, is she? She’ll be sorrier, before I’ve done with her! I’ve endured that child’s impudence long enough; and now I’ll bring her down,- I’ll make her lie in the dust!” |
