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Some Old Scenes, and Some New People

           ‘Doen’t,mydear!Youdoen’toughttocryso,pretty!’

           ‘Oh,Ham!’sheexclaimed,stillweepingpitifully,‘IamnotsogoodagirlasIoughttobe!IknowIhavenotthethankfulheart,sometimes,Ioughttohave!’

           ‘Yes,yes,youhave,I’msure,’saidHam.

           ‘No!no!no!’criedlittleEm’ly,sobbing,andshakingherhead.‘IamnotasgoodagirlasIoughttobe.Notnear!notnear!’Andstillshecried,asifherheartwouldbreak.

           ‘Itryyourlovetoomuch.IknowIdo!’shesobbed.‘I’moftencrosstoyou,andchangeablewithyou,whenIoughttobefardifferent.Youareneversotome.WhyamIeversotoyou,whenIshouldthinkofnothingbuthowtobegrateful,andtomakeyouhappy!’

           ‘Youalwaysmakemeso,’saidHam,‘mydear!Iamhappyinthesightofyou.Iamhappy,alldaylong,inthethoughtsofyou.’

           ‘Ah!that’snotenough!’shecried.‘Thatisbecauseyouaregood;notbecauseIam!Oh,mydear,itmighthavebeenabetterfortuneforyou,ifyouhadbeenfondofsomeoneelseofsomeonesteadierandmuchworthierthanme,whowasallboundupinyou,andnevervainandchangeablelikeme!’

           ‘Poorlittletender-heart,’saidHam,inalowvoice.‘Marthahasoversether,altogether.’

           ‘Please,aunt,’sobbedEm’ly,‘comehere,andletmelaymyheaduponyou.

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