The Portion of Labor by Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman
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Then Ellen was utterly quiet. She did not speak; she made no sign or
motion. She sat still, looking straight before her. "Don't you hear, Ellen?" said Andrew. "Have you had your breakfast this morning?" "Tell Auntie Eva if you have had your breakfast," Eva said. Mrs. Zelotes Brewster spoke with more authority, and she went further. "Tell grandmother if you have had your breakfast, and where you had it," said she. But Ellen was dumb and motionless. They all looked at one another. "Tell Aunty Wetherhed: that's a good girl," said the stout woman. "Where are those things she had when I first saw her?" asked Mrs. Zelotes, suddenly. Eva went into the sitting-room, and fetched them out--the bunch of pinks, the cup and saucer, and the doll. Ellen's eyes gave a quick look of love and delight at the doll. "She had these, luggin' along in her little arms, when I first caught sight of her comin'," said Eva. "Where did you get them, Ellen?" asked Fanny. "Who gave them to you?" Ellen was silent, with all their inquiring eyes fixed upon her face like a compelling battery. "Where have you been, Ellen, all the time |
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