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The mother did not answer, but kissed her child passionately, and then lay awake by her side, weeping and coughing by turns till the morning dawned. The next morning Rosalie was waked by a rap at the caravan door. She crept out of bed, and, putting her dress over her shoulders, peeped out between the muslin curtains. 'It's Toby, mammie, she said; 'I'll see what he wants.
Toby and the other men led the horses away to the stables of the inn; Augustus followed them, to enjoy himself amongst the lively company assembled in the little coffee-room, and Rosalie and her mother were left alone. 'Mammie dear, said Rosalie, as soon as the men had turned the corner, 'may I go and peep at the church?
'Oh, mammie dear, said Rosalie, putting her hand in her mother's, 'I am so glad! Rosalie's mother did not talk any more then; but she lay very quietly, holding Rosalie's hand, and every now and then she smiled, as if the music of the heavenly song were still in her ears, and as if she still heard the Good Shepherd saying, 'Rejoice with Me, for I have found My sheep which was lost.
'Rosalie, she said, that afternoon, 'there is a verse come back to me which our old nurse taught me; I haven't thought of it for years, but that night when I was so ill I woke saying it. 'What is it, mammie dear? said Rosalie. "All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all." That was it, dear.
What's the matter, mammie dear? her mother only wept the more. At length her sobs brought on such a violent fit of coughing that Rosalie was much alarmed, and fetched her a mug of water, which was standing on the shelf near the door. By degrees her mother grew calmer, the sobs became less frequent, and, to the little girl's joy, she fell asleep.
There was a sense in which the little man could sing. "Where hye ye been a' dye?" he would ask, and answer himself: "I've been by burn and flowery brye, Meadow green and mountain grye, Courtin' o' this young thing, Just come frye her mammie."
Her mother had been bad to her, and she did not wish for her now that I was so good. To hear her talk you'd think as she was hard, but at night John and I 'ud hear her sobbing often and often in her little bed, and naming of her mammie. Never did I come across a more willful bit of flesh and blood. But she had that about her as jest took everyone by storm.
But before you go, just read those verses about your picture once through; we shall just about have time for it before your father comes. So Rosalie read once more the parable of the Lost Sheep. 'Rosalie, child, said her mother, when she had finished, 'there are four words in that story which I've had in my mind, oh, so many times, since you read it last. 'What are they, mammie dear?
With this feeling in her heart, after restoring the ball to the once more contented child, she ran into the house, and returned with a mug of new milk, and a slice of bread, spread with fresh country butter, which she handed to Rosalie and begged her to eat. 'Thank you, ma'am, said little Rosalie; 'but please may mammie have it?
So you are driven to fancies. The house was closed, but there was light above the door. We went up to the children, and spoke to them, but all we could make out was that mammie was in there. One of them could not speak at all. Falconer knocked at the door. A good-natured-looking Irishwoman opened it a little way and peeped out. 'Here are two children crying at your door, ma'am, said Falconer.
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