Dawn by Harriet A. Adams
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and dry them. Now go to your room and change them all, and try to
remember others when you are in your enjoyments, won't you?" "Yes, and I won't soil them again, auntie." "Until the next time, I fear," said the kind housekeeper, who was, perhaps, too forgiving with the strange, wild child. The next day Dawn was filled with delight at her father's return. He came early in the morning, and found his pet awake and watching for his approach. "O, papa, such a dream, a real dream, as I had last night. Sit right here by the window, please, while I tell it to you." "Perhaps your dream will be so real that we shall not want anything more substantial for breakfast." "O, it's better than food, papa." "Well, go on, my pet." "I was thinking how glad I should be to see my papa, when I went to sleep and had this beautiful dream:-- "I was walking in a garden all full of flowers and vines, when I saw my mother coming towards me, with something upon her arm. She came close, and then I saw it was a robe, O, such a white robe, whiter than snow. She put it on me, and it was too long. I asked if it was for me why it was so long. 'You will grow,' she said, 'tall and |
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