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I mean to keep you always," she said, and she wrapped it about her potato-child, and put them in her bosom. "We must never be parted again," she murmured. At supper, with many misgivings, she unwrapped her treasure for Miss Amanda, and asked if she could keep it as her own. "I won't eat any potato for dinner tomorrow if you will give me this," she said.
"Well," answered Miss Amanda, "I don't know as it will do any harm; why do you want it?" "It is my potato-child. I want to love it." "See you lose no time, then," said Miss Amanda. And afterward, Elsie never called the potato it, but always "my child."
"I'll make the stockings without legs," she said, and so she did. Elsie was very careful never to let her child see, or mention before her, how busy she was for Christmas. She felt very sorry for Miss Amanda, and wished she had something to give her, but she could think of nothing except the piece of white paper she found with her potato-child.
You have enough to eat and wear; what more do you want?" "Something to love," said Elsie, but not very loud. She tried not to cry again, and then she felt worse not-to shed tears, when, perhaps, her dear little potato-child was eaten up. Two days after, as she was still searching, a little piece of white paper in the far dark corner attracted her attention. She went over and lifted it up.
She carefully placed it at the end of the bin, and whenever she could slip away without neglecting her work would run down cellar and talk softly to it. But one day her potato-child was gone! Elsie's heart gave a big jump, and then fell like lead, and seemed to lie perfectly still; but it commenced to beat again, beat and ache, beat and ache!
I am such a happy little girl. Miss Amanda's dear brother has come home. She is so happy, and she loves him so much. And, oh darling, they both love me! And it was all you! You did it all! Oh, there is no knowing how much good one sweet, loving, contented potato-child can do in a house." A Story That Never Ends Tommy was very angry.
Behind it was a hole, and partly in and partly out of the hole lay her potato-child. I think a rat had dragged it out of the bin. She hugged it to her heart, and cried for joy. "Oh, my darling, you have come back to me, you have come back!"
And then it seemed as if the pink eyes of the potato-child looked up into Elsie's in affectionate gratitude; and it became plain to Elsie that her child loved her. She was so thankful that she even kissed the little piece of white paper. "If it hadn't been for you I would never have found my child.
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