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CHAPTER VII.
MORE TROUBLE.

OOR little Nellie! She had often in her
short life been very unhappy, when her
father or mother had been angry with her for
some small fault, and had cried until her eyes
were all swollen and dim. But never yet had
she felt anything likethe misery of this moment.
She came slowly towards the table, and
looked at the book that had been the chief
cause of the trouble. If only she had re-
membered to bring it away! It felt limp and
chilly with lying under the trees during the
rain, and the beauty of the cover was quite
gone. But what did that matter after all? If
she had not taken little Harry into the wood,
nothing dreadful would have happened. It
was all her fault from first to last!

After what seemed a long, long time, she
heard the doctor go away. Then shivering as
though she were very cold, she crept up the
stairs holding to the banisters, for she felt
giddy and ill.