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of tenderness than that with which she now gazed upon her child.
Little Marian lay with one brown, plump hand visible from its full white sleeve, while the other nestled half hid beneath the sheet, grasping a pair of blue morocco shoes, the last acquisition of her favorite doll.
Drooping from beneath the pillow hung a handful of scarlet poppies, which the child had wished to place under her head, in the very superfluous project of putting herself to sleep thereby.
Her soft brown hair was scattered on the sheet, her black lashes lay motionless upon the olive cheeks.
Laura wished to move her, that I might see her the better.
“You will wake her,” exclaimed I, in alarm.
“Wake this little dormouse?”
Laura lightly answered.
“Impossible.”
And, twining her arms about her, the young mother lifted the child from the bed, three or four times in succession, while the healthy little creature remained utterly undisturbed, breathing the same quiet breath.
I watched Laura with amazement; she seemed transformed.
She gayly returned my eager look, and then,
James R. Osgood and Co. 1873.
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