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distinguished a figure lying upon the

bed, until a soft voice said to her, l< Is
that you, darling ? Come lie re to

mamma.11
For a moment Peggy was undecided

whether to obey the voice, or to run
away and hide herself; but she finally

went up to the side of the bed, and
looked down on the sweet face upon

the pillow. No child would ever he

afraid of Mrs, Moran, with her lender
eyes and gentle voice, and Peggy let

herself be drawn down beside her on
the bed, and her heart began to ache

with pity for herself that she too had
not a mother.

u How do you feci now, dear? ” asked
Mrs. Moran, anxiously. “ 'Are you

rested ? ,T
Now Peggy, as it seemed to her, was

never so tired in her life as at this mo­