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HAPPY AND SAD.

 

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And then, which auntie was on the whole

glad of, the three children sat down on the rug

 
 

together and cried; Sybil, in her sympathy, as

 
 

heartily as the others, while she kept kissing

 
 

and petting them, and calling them by every

 
 

endearing name she could think of.

 
 

« When will there be another letter, auntie?”’

 
 

said Floss.

   

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“The day after to-morrow,” said auntie.

 
 

“Your father will write by every mail.”

 
 

In her own heart auntie had not much hope.

 
 

From what Captain Desart said, the anxiety

 
 

was not likely to last long. The illness had

 
 

taken a different form from Mrs. Desart’s other

 
   
 

attacks. “She must be better or worse in

a day or two,” he wrote; and auntie’s heart

 
 

sorely misgave her as to which it would be.

 
 

The sorrowful day seemed very long to the

 
    

children. They did their lessons as usual, for

   

auntie told them it would be much better to

  
 

do so.

 
 

«Would it please mamma?” said Carrots;

 
 

and when auntie said, “ Yes, she was quite