The Good Time Coming by T. S. (Timothy Shay) Arthur
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placed first the few old chairs that were in the room, against the
wall, at regular distances from each other. Then she cleared the littered floor of chips, pieces of paper, and various articles that had been left about by the untidy girl who was Mrs. Elder's only attendant, and next straightened the cloth on the table, and arranged the mantel-piece so that its contents no longer presented an unsightly aspect. "Where is the broom, Mrs. Elder?" inquired the busy little one, coming now to the bedside of the invalid. "Never mind the broom, dear; Betsy will sweep up the floor when she comes in," said Mrs. Elder. "Thank you for a kind, good little girl. You've put a smile on every thing in the room. What a grand housekeeper you are going to make!" Aggy's heart bounded with a new emotion. Her young cheeks glowed, and her blue eyes sparkled. If the pleasure she felt lacked any thing of pure delight, a single glance at her mother's face made all complete. "When did you hear from your daughter?" asked Mrs. Markland. There was a change of countenance and a sigh. "Oh! ma'am, if Lotty were only here, I would be happy, even in sickness and suffering. It's very hard to be separated from my child." "She is in Charleston?" |
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