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children  being placed side by side, looked

                                         at  each  other  with  their  wide  tranquil
                                         baby  eyes,

                                            ‘‘  Poor  little  sister!”  the  matron  said

                                         to  Wilifred,  while  she  stroked  the  soft
                                         cheek  of  the  other  baby.            11  Kiss  her,

                                         darlin1,  for  you  are  all  the  relation  she

                                         has, an’ vou  are  sroin1 where you  J11  never
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                                         sec  her  again.      Kiss  her.”
                                            “ Poor!       poor 1 ”  echoed  Winifred,

                                         brightly,  imitating  with  her  own  the
                                         caressing  motion  of  the  matron's  hand.

                                            Then,  laughing  and  crowing,  she  was

                                         carried  away,  the,  little  sister  shaking
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                                         her  own  dimpled  hands,  pathetically
                                         ignorant  that  she  Was  left  without  a  tie

                                         to  a  human  being  in  the  world.

                                            With  many  kisses  the  matron  took
                                         her  back  to  the  nurserv.  “  It  s  a  dread-
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                                         ful  queer  world,  davlinV’  she  murmured.

                                         “  It  goes  easy  with  some  an’  terrible
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