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CHAPTER IV.
NOVELTIES.

Tux next morning, when there was just daylight
enough to show distinctly the objects in the room
in which Mary and Lucy slept, Mrs. Lovett stood
by their bedside.

“Lucy, get up, my child! get up, or you will
not have time to put your room in order before
breakfast.”

‘Oh, mamma, it’s so soon!” and Lucy rubbed
her eyes, and made a vain attempt to open them.

“‘T have been out of bed for an hour, Lucy.
Come, I will help you up.” And Mrs. Lovett
lifted her daughter playfully from the bed, and
placed her on the floor.

Mary slept on without stirring. Mrs. Lovett
leaned over her, intending to awake her, but re-