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32 have kissed my mother's feet. My own could hardly keep from dancing. "Let me take the little one, then," said this brutal visitor.

The little one burst into large, heart-rending sobs.

Twenty times that afternoon the little one made my mother say: "I will not let anyone take you away—no, never. Very well, you shall not pay visits."

And Betty, suspicious, insistent: "Not never?"

"Not never."

Oh, mother! mother! would you had kept your word!