Marjorie's New Friend by Carolyn Wells
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For nearly half an hour Marjorie cried and cried. Now with big, bursting,
heart-rending sobs, and at quieter intervals, with floods of hot tears. Her little handkerchief became a useless, wet ball, and she dried her eyes, spasmodically, on various parts of the pillow-case. At last, in one of her paroxysms of woe, she felt a little hand on her cheek, and Rosy Posy's little voice said, sweetly: "What 'e matter, Middy? Wosy Posy loves 'oo!" This was a crumb of comfort, and Marjorie drew the baby's cool cheek against her own hot one. The child scrambled up on the bed, beside her sister, and petted her gently, saying: "Don't ky, Middy; 'top kyin'." "Oh, Rosy Posy, I'm so miserable! where is Mother?" "Muvver dawn yidin'. Wosy take care of 'oo. Want Nannie?" "No, I don't want Nannie. You stay here, little sister, till Mother comes." "Ess. Wosy 'tay wiv Middy. Dear Middy." The loving baby cuddled up to her sister, and smoothed back the tangled curls with her soft little hand, until exhausted Marjorie, quite worn out |
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