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his departure; then, putting every-
thing in order for the morning, to
“shut up” for the night, and often at
a late hour for a child like her, Lau-
ra would seek her little chamber, and
in her weariness forget her lonely
lot.

Returning one night earlier than
usual, she heard loud voices of dis-
pute in the room occupied by her
sisters, which was adjoining her own.
They were contesting the privilege
of going to the city for the newest
fashions. Suddenly their mother en-
tered the room, exclaiming, “ Come,
come, girls, stop your quarreling, and
listen to this letter; it is from that
rich Mrs. Elmore, who has always
been so gracious and patronizing to-
ward us; I never thought of being
so lucky.”