THE

STORY: OF PAULINE

 

I

“FTEANETTE! Jeanette! Please
change my frock, quick,” cried a
little girl. The aged woman whom

she addressed laid aside her work, and

taking up a white muslin dress, said,

“What is the hurry, Miss Pauline ?”

“Why, nurse,” she said, “don’t you
know all the people will soon be here,
and: papa wished to see me dressed
first ?”

Jeanette took the little girl on her
knee, and it was not long before she

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