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"And do you nantly demanded the irate mother, ith true feo begging, even

while she scorned the object of it

"Encouraged hied, entreated hiry sparrow defending her brood could not have been entle old lady

"And isn't he good enough for you, Miss?" she asked in a voice that

shook rath

"Dear Mrs Bartlett, would you have me take his love and return it?"

"No, no; that would never do!" and the inconsistent old soul rocked

herself to and fro in an agony of despair

Anna did not resent Mrs Bartlett's indignation, unjust though it was;

she kne blind good mothers could be when the happiness of their

children is at stake She felt only pity for her and re down on her knees beside the old lady's

chair, she took the toil-worn old hands in her own and said: "Do not think hardly of one, I want you to think of o

away, and all this trouble will straighten itself out, and you will

forget that I ever caused you a moment's pain"