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8 Chit-Chat by Puck.
book, so that it now perfectly well remembered her
when she was a little girl, who used to come to her
old aunt, and would always ask her to show her the
pictures in the story-book. She was now no longer a
child, but her eyes were the same as before, and by
them the little story-book recognized her.
During the whole night the lady did nothing
but read in the little torn book, to the great
annoyance of all the stuck-up books, that from
afar beheld all the caresses the lady of the house
abundantly bestowed on the dear friend of her
childhood.
“She has no taste,” gurgled the cookery-book.
“She aims not at a spiritual life,” affectedly spoke
a sanctimonious thick volume.
“You can’t expect any poetical feelings in the wife
of a merchant,” sneered the poems, and looked awfully
aristocratic.
Every one of the books had different spiteful
remarks to make, and they all agreed that “it was
a great shame that they should be put aside for that
ridiculous thing.” The only one which ventured upon
a remonstrance was a little hymn-book, which said :
“ Kind friends, perhaps you are not altogether in the
right, for real worth lies in the heart, and not in
appearance.”
The young lady of the house had no eyes for any-
thing but the little story-book of her childhood. She
read one story after another, and sometimes she would
smile, and sometimes a tear would glisten in her eye.
Sometimes she would fancy she still was a little girl,
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