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Chapter XXXVIII

           Poorlittlesoul!shecouldbutjustspeaktobeheard,andshesaidsoprettily,’LetsisterSusanhavemyknife,mama,whenIamdeadandburied.’Poorlittledear!shewassofondofit,Fanny,thatshewouldhaveitlaybyherinbed,allthroughherillness.Itwasthegiftofhergoodgodmother,oldMrs.AdmiralMaxwell,onlysixweeksbeforeshewastakenfordeath.Poorlittlesweetcreature!Well,shewastakenawayfromeviltocome.MyownBetsey”(fondlingher),“youhavenottheluckofsuchagoodgodmother.AuntNorrislivestoofarofftothinkofsuchlittlepeopleasyou.”

           FannyhadindeednothingtoconveyfromauntNorris,butamessagetosayshehopedthathergod-daughterwasagoodgirl,andlearntherbook.Therehadbeenatonemomentaslightmurmurinthedrawing-roomatMansfieldParkaboutsendingheraprayer-book;butnosecondsoundhadbeenheardofsuchapurpose.Mrs.Norris,however,hadgonehomeandtakendowntwooldprayer-booksofherhusbandwiththatidea;but,uponexamination,theardourofgenerositywentoff.Onewasfoundtohavetoosmallaprintforachild’seyes,andtheothertobetoocumbersomeforhertocarryabout.

           Fanny,fatiguedandfatiguedagain,wasthankfultoacceptthefirstinvitationofgoingtobed;andbeforeBetseyhadfinishedhercryatbeingallowedtosituponlyonehourextraordinaryinhonourofsister,shewasoff,leavingallbelowinconfusionandnoiseagain;theboysbeggingfortoastedcheese,herfathercallingoutforhisrumandwater,andRebeccaneverwheresheoughttobe

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