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The criminal was taken out of her prison, and
the following just sentence was pronounced: she
was to have a good whipping, and to be sent
home to her mother.
In spite of Fekluscha’s and her mother’s
lamentations and remonstrances, the sentence
was carried out immediately, and another girl
was engaged for the nursery.
After some weeks order seemed to be restored,
and the whole event almost forgotten.
But one evening when everybody was at rest,
and Njania was just going to bed, the nursery
door was slowly opened, and in came Alexandra,
the laundress, Fekluscha’s mother. She had
persistently denied her daughter’s guilt, and had
had several skirmishes with Njania about the
matter, until at length the nurse had forbidden
her to put her nose inside the nursery.
But this time there was such a peculiarly
mysterious expression in her face, and Njania
saw at once that she had something important
on her mind.
‘Look here, Njania,’ she whispered, looking
round anxiously lest somebody should hear her,
and from beneath her apron she took out the
little mother-of-pearl penknife, which used to be
the children’s delight, and which had been
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