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why not ? and the mother’s love was so warm
for her first-born, that 1 got her to take
what was right for the child, and no more;
but I suppose it was the Lord’s will, I
met with ah accident turning into the square,
was knocked down by a horse, and to save
the dear babby I twisted myself in a way
which held me fast in an hospital for six
months, and during that time the child got
ill and the doctor would have it weaned, and
then, indeed, she fell into her father’s ways —
all out. Even to you, Mary, I cannot ex-
pose the state Pve seen her in—and how
I see her dear, good husband’s love falling
away from her, and her servants so cdisrespect-
ful that I could knock them down; and she,
like the father, so full. of promises to give
it up; bowed down to the earth at times, and
| as good. as an angel may be for a month,
and then breaking out again. The injury

I had, made me quite unfit for nursing,