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Girls are incomparably wilder and ardless of rule and li continually into new h all Their steps, their voices, appear

free as the wind, but keep consonance with a strain ofnized law, old, traditionary gah for the outbreak of savage instincts

For, young or old, in play or in earnest, htful to see a vigorous young girl run a race,

with her head thrown back, her li more friskily than they

need, and an air between that of a bird and a young colt But

Priscilla's peculiar charularity hich she ran Growing up without exercise, except

to her poor little fingers, she had never yet acquired the perfect use

of her legs Setting buoyantly forth, therefore, as if no rival less

swift than Atalanta could coly, and

often tuh it seeh at, but which brought the

water into one's eyes, and lingered in the reater

joys and sorroept out of it, as antiquated trash Priscilla's

life, as I beheld it, was full of trifles that affected me in just this

way

When she had co us, I used to fancy that

Priscilla played irl in the Coruff voice, threatening to rivet three horseshoes round

Priscilla's neck and chain her to a post, because she, with so people, had clambered upon a load of hay, and caused it to slide