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It began to kick and squirm with determined energy. Poor Miss Letitia had the very look of panic in her face. She clung to the fierce little creature, not knowing what to do. Miss S'mantha lay back in a fit of hysterics. Tunk advanced bravely, with brows knit, and stood looking down at the baby. "Lord! this is awful!" said he. Then a thought struck him.
I should like to hear her again. But look, there are the children. Shall I take the liberty of unfastening for them the latch of your garden gate?" He sprang out of the low window, and came back heading the small battalion of visitors Phillis, Arthur, Letitia, and Oliver. But Mrs. Grey was not there. She had come half way, and returned home alone.
So we find that in 1683, the year following the founding of the "City of Brotherly Love", William Penn erected for his daughter Letitia the first brick house in the town, which was for several years occupied by Penn and his family. It was located in Letitia Court, a small street running from Market to Chestnut streets between Front and Second streets.
And almost as if it were a real mother's heart, Christian felt hers yearn over the poor pale face, growing every minute more ghastly. "I wonder where papa can be! Letitia, go and look for him. Tell him to send Barker for the doctor at once."
Napoleon was the son of his mother, the large-hearted and high- minded Letitia Ramolina. But how distant was the son of the hero, who, from a poor second lieutenant, had forced his way to the throne of France! how distant the poor little Duke de Reichstadt from his great father! Even over the life of this son of an eminent father weighed a shadow the shadow of his father's greatness.
Emily crossed the narrow little passage which separated the two rooms, and opened the bed-chamber door. Mrs. Ellmother met her on the threshold. "No," said the obstinate old servant, "you can't come in." The faint voice of Miss Letitia made itself heard, calling Mrs. Ellmother by her familiar nick-name. "Bony, who is it?" "Never mind." "Who is it?" "Miss Emily, if you must know."
Arethusa took the blue silk dress off very carefully and handed it back to Miss Letitia for the finishing touches. She stood straight and tall before them for just a moment, and tilted back her head and yawned, stretching her round arms high above her in a glorious relaxation. Then she looked down at that exceedingly dark, blue silk dress with dissatisfaction.
"You remember my grandson Joe, don't you, dear?" she said to Letitia. "Two years ago you used to go coasting together." "Yes'm," said Letitia. She and Joe glanced at each other, and their eyes were very big, and their cheeks very red. Later on when the tea and biscuits and preserves and pound cake were served, Joe and Letitia got a chance for a word.
Of course an affecting scene was enacted by himself and his family when they were at last reunited. Letitia, his fond mother, wept tears of joy, and Joseph, shaking him by the hand, rushed, overcome with emotion, from the house. Napoleon shortly after found him weeping in the garden. "Why so sad, Joseph?" he inquired. "Are you sorry I have returned?"
You are a tidy little girl. Will you come and give me a kiss." Letitia obeyed, though with some hesitation, and then came and stood by her step-mother, watching her intently. At last she said, "You are crumpling your pretty white silk dress. Won't that vex you very much?" "Not very much if it can not be helped." "That is odd.
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