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 deep and severe, brought to mind the light scald which she had received from the steaming potato kettle at home, over which she had made such unnecessary ado, and in jealous anger fled away to give her friends trouble, because her slight hurts did not receive the largest share of attention, although the illness occasioned by her disobedient conduct was threatening her mother's life. Conscience had never spoken so loudly to Nattie as on this woful night, when she seemed bereft of all human help.

"I am an awful wretch," she said to herself; "and it isno wonder that God has not answered my prayers. I wonder now that I ever dared to pray to him, when I have been so wicked. I don't think I shall any more. It is likely that I shall starve and freeze here alone, and never see home, or the old chief, or Augustus Reid again."

Nattie sank down on the cold stones by the spring, and tried to bear the pain of the burns as