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She sat down flat on the floor and burst into passionate weeping

"Get up!" I cried

"I won't!"

A sense of great loneliness came over me and I threw myself down beside her

"Oh, Kitty," I said, "why aren't you old and wise and sensible instead of being just a silly girl like , but you'd kiss me and cuddle me and comfort me and tell me what to do"

"I'm afraid of you! I'm afraid of you! It's--it's no' canny"

"Kitty, Kitty! Why aren't you lass what to do, instead of scolding h already?"

"Wretched! You!" Her eyes fairly blazed "I wouldn't ever--ever be wretched if I looked like you--not ever in this world!"

"Yes, you would You'd be so puzzled about things; and bad girls would scold you, and there wouldn't be a single soul within two thousand miles to rely upon And you'd be aard and shy when folks looked at you And then you'd--you'd--you'd cry"

Afterwards we both wiped our eyes and ain that I really was fond of John

Well, folks es and the other things for supper--we have lunch and supper, no dinner--and though I started so blue and wretched, I si, people stared at me and admired rocery, and the room was so full that some one upset a tub of pickles and there they stood around in the vinegar to look at h I was so eet used to it; but--why, htened

I wish I could see Ma But she couldn't advise h, and some one older than Kitty to look after o? Suppose I burnedchops or beefsteak, or blistered htful, now It's the least I can do for Prof Darives o scurrying through the halls and up and down the stairs like a wild thing; the place is so public, so many people notice me

I wonder if I couldn't talk to Mrs Baker She's at hoe's sister, Miss Marcia, the dearest old maid I've only seen her once or twice, but I believe she'd be good to know