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Updated: June 13, 2025
You will get rid of all your faults and fancies one day, as your namesake did in the river. You won't always be poor little Hatty, whose back aches, and who is so cross; there is no pain nor crossness in the lovely land where all things are new." "Oh, if we were only there now, Bessie, you and I, safe and happy!" "I would rather wait till my time comes.
Hatty had not forgotten her new resolutions, and if Marcus could have seen into her heart at the moment she stepped from the carriage, he would have read a prayer that she might be able to live among her dear brothers and sister like one of the lambs of the flock of Christ. Meg and Harry had heard the sound of the carriage wheels, and were on the door-step to receive Hatty.
He was certainly acting generously towards the two blacks, who would have been happy but for the parting with the child, which weighed so heavily upon them. There was not much time left, for the "Hatty" sailed early the next morning, and the Colonel must be on board that night.
Yes, I will take care of that." And then the company broke up, and I helped Hatty to bed, and prayed from my heart for Colonel Keith and Angus, and did not fall asleep till I had heard Saint Olave's clock strike two.
Many and many a time during that mourning week did Bessie, spent and weary with weeping, recall those words that her darling had uttered, "I don't want to get well, Bessie; I should have all the old miserable feelings over again." And even in her desolation Bessie would not have called her back. "My Hatty has gone," she wrote to Edna, in those first days of her loss.
Dear Marcus, do tell the truth, and not mind the prize. You will not care about the prize when you are happy with the beautiful angels in Heaven; but you will love to remember how you did right, when it came so very hard.” It had cost Hatty a great effort to say all this, and now she burst into tears.
I should like to go out to service, Bridget, and never see that hateful school any more." Bridget didn't answer, but she turned away and took a long-handled shovel and poked her pies into the hot oven, and then Hatty heard her draw a great long sigh. "What is the matter, Bridget?" said Hatty. "Is your crust heavy?" "No," said Bridget, "but my heart is.
Lee, as she gathered the little group around her. “We will have ‘I want to be like Jesus,’ and only those must sing who really feel what they say.” Mrs. Lee began in her own clear, sweet voice. Hatty quickly followed, and Marcus united with her in trembling tones, with sober earnestness.
How often she made Britain arise from out the azure waves, I am sure I don't know, but she, and Father with her, sang it so many times that all that day I had "Britons never shall be slaves!" ringing in my ears till I heartily wished they would be slaves and have done with it. At night, when we were going to bed, after Father had blessed us, Hatty runs round to his back and whispers in his ear.
And I say, that a saddle is better than a jewel-box any day; and it's better in my judgment to ride for one's life, than to make people's eyes wink with looking at you. Go on, Recorder!" "Hatty Delaplaine. Capital, a dressmaker and dry-goods unlimited. Interest, nothing but new dresses." "Riding is better than dressing," said the Judge. "Bob Francis has it yet."
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