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seized Laura’s hand—* Tell me,” said
she, “for what is that L? Helen L—?”

“ Landon,” replied the child; “my
mother’s name was Helen Landon.”

Mrs. Elmore sat down upon the
turf, and so deadly pale was her face,
that Laura pressed to her side, and
begged to know if she felt sick.

“My dear child,” said Mrs. Elmore,
“your mother was my cousin, and
my truest friend.”

“ Everybody says that my mother
was true,” said Laura, her eyes spark-
ling with joy.

“Yes,” thought Mrs. Elmore, “and
forgiving too, or she would not have
named her only child after me.”
“Tell me, my dear,” she exclaimed,
“how came your mother so poor?
was she left a widow ?”

“No!” said Laura, with surprise, and