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 “You’ll be a woman soon enough, Ida,” said Lotty, with a quiet sadness unusual in her. “But go on; what else?”

“And then I often wish I was a boy. It must be so much nicer to be a boy. They’re stronger than girls, and they know more. Don’t you wish I was a boy, mother?”

“Yes, I do, I often do!” exclaimed Lotty. “Boys aren’t such a trouble, and they can go out and shift for themselves.”

“Oh, but I won’t be a trouble to you,” exclaimed Ida. “When I’m old enough to leave school—"

She interrupted herself, for the moment she had actually forgotten the misfortune which had come upon her. But her mother did not observe the falling of her countenance, nor yet the incomplete sentence.

“Ida, have I been a bad mother to you?” Lotty sobbed out presently. “If I was to die, would you be sorry?”

“Mother!”

“I’ve done my best, indeed I’ve done my best for yon! How many mothers like me