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THE SKJUTS-BOY
at Wirén’s well-intended advice, and he wished that he had
been strong-minded enough to have refused if. Was he hot now
worse off than before? Was he hot deprived of the only happiness
he could call his own? – namely, to watch over his child.
Although he did not wish to confess if himself, he was no doubt
in bad humour because A.melia had gone with the Wiréns to
the ball. But Madame De Dressen, who knew how fo treat the
whole affair with delicacy, was hot willing to give Borgenstierna,
or the rest of the bathing-guests, the suspicion of the
motive of her actions. For these reasons she always kept
Amelia as distant as possible, and allowed ber to participate in
almost all amusements, under the care of her father or Madame
Wirén, while she nursed and watched ber little favourite with
infinite maternal love.
In consequence of one of those commort accidents which fre-
quently happen in bouses with negligent servants, the house-
door was partially open. When Ivar observed this, he could
hot refrain from walking close fo if, and entering the hall.
Through the key-hole of the parlour-door he did hot see a nurse
–but Amelia, in a loose white gown, a large shawl thrown over
ber shoulders, as she bore Alfred in ber arrns, trying to soothe
him, while the acute pains kept the suffering chfld awake. Ttfis
view was fo the hear# of Ivar both sweet and bitter j buç it cost
him the more pain when Alfred loudly cried,
"Papa! papa! where is papa?"
"Alas! dear Alfred, do hot cry so much," said Amelia,
soo#hingly. "Your papa bas just gone fo sleep a little while;
to-morrow, when the sun shines so bright on Alfred’s little bed,
papa will come and look for his good little boy."
"Yes, but he must come now."
"Not now; is not Ammy with you? Don’t you love me any
more?"
"You went to the ball also, but papa did not."
"Yes, I went fo the ball," said Amelia, in a tone which told
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