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little house. Never in niv life had I been in
there before, and it was anything but pleasant,
you may well believe. It was very dark in all
the corners, and the poor baby coughed and
coughed; the candle burned lower and lower
and the cloek ticked on slowly and solemnly.
No sign of Mother Brita.
Well, I would sit liere. I wouldn’t stir from
liere even if Mother Brita didn’t come back
before it was pitch-dark night—no, indeed, I
would not. I would not. Not for anything
would I leave this pitiful little suffering baby
alone.
He was certainly very sick, very, very siek;
perhaps God would come to take him to-night.
Just think, if He should come while I sat
there!––
At first this made me feel afraid, but then I
thought that I need not be afraid of God—of
Him who is kinder than anv one in the world!
The baby coughed painfully and I lifted him
up again.
Everything was so queer, so wonderfully
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