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"
Mother
's
gone
.
I
guess
you
'll
see
her
before
long
.
"
"
Gone
,
eh
!
"
said
the
little
girl
.
"
Funny
,
she
did
n't
say
good-bye
;
she
'
most
always
did
if
she
was
just
goin
'
over
to
Auntie
's
for
tea
,
and
now
she
's
been
away
three
days
.
Say
,
it
's
awful
dry
,
ai
n't
it
?
Ai
n't
there
no
water
,
nor
nothing
to
eat
?
"
"
No
,
there
ai
n't
nothing
,
dearie
.
You
'll
just
need
to
be
patient
awhile
,
and
then
you
'll
be
all
right
.
Put
your
head
up
agin
me
like
that
,
and
then
you
'll
feel
bullier
.
It
ai
n't
easy
to
talk
when
your
lips
is
like
leather
,
but
I
guess
I
'd
best
let
you
know
how
the
cards
lie
.
What
's
that
you
've
got
?
"
"
Pretty
things
!
fine
things
!
"
cried
the
little
girl
enthusiastically
,
holding
up
two
glittering
fragments
of
mica
.
"
When
we
goes
back
to
home
I
'll
give
them
to
brother
Bob
.
"
"
You
'll
see
prettier
things
than
them
soon
,
"
said
the
man
confidently
.
"
You
just
wait
a
bit
.
I
was
going
to
tell
you
though
--
you
remember
when
we
left
the
river
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
.
"
"
Well
,
we
reckoned
we
'd
strike
another
river
soon
,
d'ye
see
.
But
there
was
somethin'
wrong
;
compasses
,
or
map
,
or
somethin'
,
and
it
did
n't
turn
up
.
Water
ran
out
.
Just
except
a
little
drop
for
the
likes
of
you
and
--
and
--
--
"
"
And
you
could
n't
wash
yourself
,
"
interrupted
his
companion
gravely
,
staring
up
at
his
grimy
visage
.
"
No
,
nor
drink
.
And
Mr.
Bender
,
he
was
the
fust
to
go
,
and
then
Indian
Pete
,
and
then
Mrs.
McGregor
,
and
then
Johnny
Hones
,
and
then
,
dearie
,
your
mother
.
"
