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Updated: July 13, 2025
The bowed head had been lifted up, and the face that met my eyes was one of the extremest misery. She held out her arms to me with a low, sad, wailing cry "O Cary, Cary, save me! Cannot you save me?" I walked past that black-robed wretch, and took poor Hatty in my arms, drawing her head to lie on my bosom. "Yes, my dear, you shall be saved," I said, I hope, God said through me.
He did not push her away, but, putting his arm round her waist, he walked a few moments along the path in silence; then he said, “I have had a talk with Mr. Briggs, that I hope I shall never forget. I thank you, Hatty, for being a true sister to me.” Here Marcus broke away from Hatty, and ran into the house before she could speak a word in reply.
"I would rather not tell you till I know more. I will try to do that as soon as possible." "I never thought of anything worse," said I, "than that knowing, as he is likely to do, that Hatty will some day have a few hundreds a year of her own, he is trying to inveigle her to marry him, and is not a man likely to be kind to her and make her happy."
"No," hesitated the girl; "I dare say he will only think you are all too kind to me." She did not like to offend her hostess by begging her not to write. Her father knew her well enough; he would not misunderstand her. He knew her love for Hatty would never let pleasure stand in the way if she required her.
When Bessie rose early, as usual, the morning after her arrival at The Grange, she sat down by the open window, and wrote a long letter to her mother and a little note to Hatty.
Mother and Christine are always praising me for being so good tempered; but if one feels strong and well, and has a healthy appetite and good digestion, it is very easy to keep from being cross; but in other ways I am not half so good as Hatty; she is the purest, humblest little soul breathing."
Amelia, however, applied to Cecilia, saying she would be more likely to know. "Oh, he does nothing," said Cecilia; "he is a beau." "Now what does that mean?" put in Hatty. "I'll tell you what it means," said Charlotte. "Emily, you be quiet. Isn't that it, Cicely?" "You are so absurd!" said Amelia, languidly. "I told you to keep quiet," was Charlotte's answer.
Hatty was silent a moment, and then her mother said: “Come now, my dear, the baby is awake, and you will have an opportunity to see his queer little blue eyes, and to hold him in your lap.” Hatty was delighted when she reached the nursery, to be allowed to take the tiny being in her arms, and to hold his pretty soft hand in hers.
Lee, quickly but quietly, “and then, Hatty, you can hold him in your arms; he is not much heavier than your dolly, Susan.” “Thank you, Mother. I should like that,” said Hatty; she felt that her mother had wished to speak quickly to keep her from wrong words, and she was grateful for the kindness that would help her to do right.
Meg had consoled herself for going to sleep in a strange room by herself, by munching hard crackers until that pleasure was lost in the new joy of the dreams of childhood. The bed was strewn with the crumbs, and through her thin night-dress Hatty could feel them in all directions.
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