![]() ![]() ![]() Some of them shew streaks of white by this time, in brown locks, “the bonny gouden” hair, that she was so proud to brush and shew to admiring mothers, who are seen no more on the green of Golden Friars, and whose names are traced now on the flat grey stones in the church-yard. Those who remember that good-natured face among the earliest that emerge from the darkness of non-entity, and who owe to their first lessons in the accomplishment of walking, and a delighted appreciation of their first babblings and earliest teeth, have “spired up” into tall lads and lasses, now. She has taken of late years to the care of adult invalids, having surrendered to younger hands the little people who inhabit cradles, and crawl on all-fours. But her figure is still straight, and her step light and active. The hair has grown white as snow, that is parted under her cap, over her shrewd, but kindly face. She is now past seventy, and can’t have many mile-stones more to count on the journey that will bring her to her long home. Twenty years have passed since you last saw Mrs. ![]() Produced by Suzanne Shell, Gregory Margo and PG Distributed Proofreadersīoth stories were originally published in 1870. ![]()
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