Marguerite Verne by Rebecca Agatha Armour
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watched over by a model mother, and this earnest mother's prayers
had not fallen unanswered. "God grant that the woman be a living realization of the child," was the fervent prayer that dwelt upon Phillip Lawson's lips, as he drew the child towards him and tenderly kissed the fair forehead. "You wonder why I am out to-day, brother Phillip; I came on a message from Kitty." The latter was the house-maid, and the young man smiled as he thought of the force of character which constituted this efficient maid of all works. "Oh, I see now, there is some excuse for you. What are Miss Kitty's demands to-day?" "She is having a new dress made and wished me to select some samples for trimmings, and as she wants to wear the dress home next Sunday, I had to go to-day." "Yes, that is all right; Kitty's wishes must be attended to," said Phillip, with an air of much gravity. "Will you soon be ready to go with me Phillip. I shall wait for you. It is just such a day as needs your dear old self to drive the gloom from the back parlor." The little maiden had not long to wait for an answer, as the young lawyer took down his mackintosh, and in a very short time the |
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