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"Yes, child Don't you know most people's voices have a little

thread, if it is not

out somewhere It is sure to come out somewhere; in one form

of speech or another; with soh, and they should never laugh Your voice is like a chime

of bells" And my mother took me in her arms, half-dressed as

I was, and pressed her lips full uponatwith

another pressure of her mouth to h "I

wonder who else will think so!"

And if one bit of vanity or self-exaltation could have been

stirred in h it were by my mother's praises,

these last words banished it well I was sobered to the depths

of my heart; so sobered, that I found it expedient to be busy

with , and not expose my face immediately to any

more observations And even when I went down stairs, my

father's first remark was, "It is the same Daisy!"

"Did you doubt it, papa?" I asked, with a smile