The Green Door by Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman
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Then Letitia realized what she had not done before, that all the daylight was shut out of the house; that they had for light only one tallow candle and a low hearth fire. It was very cold. Letitia began to shiver with cold as well as fear. Suddenly the woman turned to her with motherly kindness and curiosity. "Who is this little damsel whom you rescued, husband?" said she. "She must speak for herself," replied her husband, smiling. "I thought at first she was neighbor Adams's Phoebe, but I see she is not." "What is your name, little girl?" asked the woman, while the three little girls looked wonderingly at the new-comer. "Letitia Hopkins," replied Letitia in a small, scared voice. "Letitia Hopkins, did you say?" asked the woman doubtfully. "Yes, ma'am." They all stared at her, then at one another. "It is very strange," said the woman finally, with a puzzled, half-alarmed look. "Letitia Hopkins is my name." "And it is mine, too," said the eldest girl. |
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