Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 14: what you’re looking at

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and let me feed you.” : eH He smiled so kindly, aiid thére Was such ali édtiest, | tender look on his face, that a little gleam of pleasure shot into the child’s blue eyes, and she immediately signified her compliance with his request by a nod, and replied, sweetly : ‘Ess, I will.” She ate hungrily, taking all that Percy offered, and even lifting her headfrom the pillow to drink eagerly the milk that remained in the bowl, after the bread was all goue. “More,” she said, putting away the empty bowl, and more was given to her, which she ie pUEES of with no abatement of appetite, after which she allowed herself to be snugly tucked in among the blankets and was soon fast asleep. All through that dull November forenoon she slunbered quietly, peacefully, a rosy glow gradually taking the place of the pallor of the morning, and showing how perfect her physical condition was. When she at last awoke, just as the light-house keeper and his family were sitting down to their din- ner, she seemed bright and perfectly recovered from the effects of her exposure and terror. “Nannie! Nannie!” she called, in asweet, childish voice, that thrilled every heart in the room. Percy ran to her at once. “What do you want, little girl?” he asked, sitting down beside her. ‘‘Nannie,” repeated the child, her under lip quiver- ing in a urieved way, as she glanced around the hum- ble room, and saw only strange faces. “Nannie is not here,’ Percy said, gently. “Tell me what you want.” “Pet wants to be d’essed,”’ lisped the little o e, in a babyish way. Connicloooks.Gonn = an Be a eo a 2