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masquerading since she came into the world
five years ago. She began the small comedy
before she had well learned to balance her-
self on her feet. As she sat in the middle of
the carpet we would play at looking for the
baby— where has the baby gone? have you
seen the baby?—and, oddly enough, she
would take a part and pretend to wonder, or
perhaps actually did wonder, what had be-
come of herself, till at last we would discover
her on the floor —to her own astonishment
and irrepressible delight.

Then, as she grew older, it was amusing
to observe how she would drive away the
naughty self, turn it literally out of doors,
and return as the “Smiling Winifred.” I
presume she grew weary, as human nature is
apt to grow, of a face whichis wreathed in
amaranthine smiles ;.so the Smiling Winifred
vanished, and we were visited by various
‘sweet children with lovely names, of whom
Gladys is the latest and the most indefatiga-
ble. I cannot help laughing when I recall
my three-year-old rebel listening for a few
moments to a scolding, and when she con-
sidered that the ends of justice had been

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