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"'Then, et my work-basket, and sit here, as

still as a ets out her miniature thimble and scissors, and

falls to work upon a pair of slippers she was e up, starched and priravely consequential I

could not close htmare, her hair smooth to the least hair, her dress neat to the

s, the affected, conceited

, Florence, and look out of theat the

people going by You must be very tired' "'Not in the least, mamma, dear,' answered Miss Pert 'I like to

work, and there is nothing interesting going on outside' "I tossed and sighed, and she was bymamma! my poor, sweet littletoher hands

uponmy face until my flesh crawled

"'Yes,' said I, out of all patience 'Take yourself off, and don't

let ! You kill ' "And would you believe it? she just put up her sewing in the basket

and went directly out, without a tear or a murmur, and when her