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Updated: June 11, 2025
'I don't know, child; I suppose so, said her mother. 'I shall take a good deal of looking for, I'm afraid. 'But he said, mammie, that if only we would let Him find us, He would be sure to do it; He doesn't mind how much trouble He takes about it. Rosalie's mother was quite still for some time after this.
The golden sun was smiling down on the moss, and everything was bright and cheerful even in the Przykop when Mrs. Tiralla went with Rosa to gather mushrooms. "Look here, Röschen, this one. And here, this one." She pointed to different places in the moss with her foot and told the child to gather. "But aren't those poisonous, mammie? Marianna says " "Fiddle-de-dee. What does Marianna know about it?
"It drove me nearly wild to remember that my mother was really in the very same London, and I could not find her, and when I had got as far as a great bridge -I knew it was a bridge, for I saw the water running under it -I could bear my feelings no longer, and I just cried out like any little baby for my Mammie. "It was then, Cecile, that Mrs. Moseley found me. Oh! how good she was to me!
The woman whom John Storm had picked up out of the streets was dying. Glory had helped to nurse her, and the poor old thing had kept herself alive that she might deliver to Glory her last charge and message. She could see nobody, so Glory leaned over the bed and spoke to her. "I'm here, mammie; what is it?" she said, and the flushed young face bent close above the withered and white one.
"I haven't much use for a farm myself. But Leigh, am I an unnecessary evil? I really turned 'Rory Rumpus' and 'rode a raw-boned racer' clear over here just to be ready to help you. I wish now I'd stayed home and dried the knives and forks and spoons for my mammie." "Oh, Thaine, you are as good as as alfalfa hay, and I need you more today than I ever did in my life before."
Is there a place called Devonshire there, ma'am? But we has to go to France away down to the south of France to the Pyrenees." "Law, child! Why, you don't never mean as you're going to cross the seas?" "Is that the way to France, Mammie Moseley? Oh! Do you really know the way?" "There's no other way that I ever hear tell on, Cecile. Oh, my dear, you must not do that!"
In the toils of her bodily trouble, beset by mental terrors, she had fled away from her baby, her husband, and her home, pursued by God knows what phantoms of disease. But she would get better, she would come back. "Hush, bogh, hush, then," he whimpered tenderly. "Mammie will come home again. Still and for all she'll come back."
She then, as her wild fancy seemed suddenly to prompt her, walked demurely towards her mother, who, seated by the charcoal fire, with the reflection of the red light on her withered and distorted features marked by every evil passion, seemed the very picture of Hecate at her infernal rites; and, suddenly dropping on her knees, said, with the manner of a six years' old child, "Mammie, hear me say my prayers before I go to bed, and say God bless my bonny face, as ye used to do lang syne."
So Rosalie knelt up in bed, and said, 'O Good Shepherd, plase, here's a little lamb come to speak to you. Please I'm very lonely, and my mammie is dead, and I'm so afraid someone will get my locket; please keep it safe. And I'm so frightened in the dark in this wicked house; please take care of me.
'I promised her that I would read it, Rosalie; but I haven't, said the poor woman. 'I read a few verses the first week she gave it to me, but I've never read it since. I wish I had oh, I do wish I had! 'Let me read it to you, mammie dear.
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