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If
it
had
not
been
for
Laurie
,
and
old
Esther
,
the
maid
,
she
felt
that
she
never
could
have
got
through
that
dreadful
time
.
The
parrot
alone
was
enough
to
drive
her
distracted
,
for
he
soon
felt
that
she
did
not
admire
him
,
and
revenged
himself
by
being
as
mischievous
as
possible
.
He
pulled
her
hair
whenever
she
came
near
him
,
upset
his
bread
and
milk
to
plague
her
when
she
had
newly
cleaned
his
cage
,
made
Mop
bark
by
pecking
at
him
while
Madam
dozed
,
called
her
names
before
company
,
and
behaved
in
all
respects
like
an
reprehensible
old
bird
.
Then
she
could
not
endure
the
dog
,
a
fat
,
cross
beast
who
snarled
and
yelped
at
her
when
she
made
his
toilet
,
and
who
lay
on
his
back
with
all
his
legs
in
the
air
and
a
most
idiotic
expression
of
countenance
when
he
wanted
something
to
eat
,
which
was
about
a
dozen
times
a
day
.
The
cook
was
bad
-
tempered
,
the
old
coachman
was
deaf
,
and
Esther
the
only
one
who
ever
took
any
notice
of
the
young
lady
.
Esther
was
a
Frenchwoman
,
who
had
lived
with
‘
Madame
’
,
as
she
called
her
mistress
,
for
many
years
,
and
who
rather
tyrannized
over
the
old
lady
,
who
could
not
get
along
without
her
.
Her
real
name
was
Estelle
,
but
Aunt
March
ordered
her
to
change
it
,
and
she
obeyed
,
on
condition
that
she
was
never
asked
to
change
her
religion
.
She
took
a
fancy
to
Mademoiselle
,
and
amused
her
very
much
with
odd
stories
of
her
life
in
France
,
when
Amy
sat
with
her
while
she
got
up
Madame
’
s
laces
.
She
also
allowed
her
to
roam
about
the
great
house
,
and
examine
the
curious
and
pretty
things
stored
away
in
the
big
wardrobes
and
the
ancient
chests
,
for
Aunt
March
hoarded
like
a
magpie
.
Amy
’
s
chief
delight
was
an
Indian
cabinet
,
full
of
queer
drawers
,
little
pigeonholes
,
and
secret
places
,
in
which
were
kept
all
sorts
of
ornaments
,
some
precious
,
some
merely
curious
,
all
more
or
less
antique
.
To
examine
and
arrange
these
things
gave
Amy
great
satisfaction
,
especially
the
jewel
cases
,
in
which
on
velvet
cushions
reposed
the
ornaments
which
had
adorned
a
belle
forty
years
ago
.
There
was
the
garnet
set
which
Aunt
March
wore
when
she
came
out
,
the
pearls
her
father
gave
her
on
her
wedding
day
,
her
lover
’
s
diamonds
,
the
jet
mourning
rings
and
pins
,
the
queer
lockets
,
with
portraits
of
dead
friends
and
weeping
willows
made
of
hair
inside
,
the
baby
bracelets
her
one
little
daughter
had
worn
,
Uncle
March
’
s
big
watch
,
with
the
red
seal
so
many
childish
hands
had
played
with
,
and
in
a
box
all
by
itself
lay
Aunt
March
’
s
wedding
ring
,
too
small
now
for
her
fat
finger
,
but
put
carefully
away
like
the
most
precious
jewel
of
them
all
.
"
Which
would
Mademoiselle
choose
if
she
had
her
will
?
"
asked
Esther
,
who
always
sat
near
to
watch
over
and
lock
up
the
valuables
.
"
I
like
the
diamonds
best
,
but
there
is
no
necklace
among
them
,
and
I
’
m
fond
of
necklaces
,
they
are
so
becoming
.
I
should
choose
this
if
I
might
,
"
replied
Amy
,
looking
with
great
admiration
at
a
string
of
gold
and
ebony
beads
from
which
hung
a
heavy
cross
of
the
same
.
"
I
,
too
,
covet
that
,
but
not
as
a
necklace
.
Ah
,
no
!
To
me
it
is
a
rosary
,
and
as
such
I
should
use
it
like
a
good
catholic
,
"
said
Esther
,
eyeing
the
handsome
thing
wistfully
.
"
Is
it
meant
to
use
as
you
use
the
string
of
good
-
smelling
wooden
beads
hanging
over
your
glass
?
"
asked
Amy
.
"
Truly
,
yes
,
to
pray
with
.
It
would
be
pleasing
to
the
saints
if
one
used
so
fine
a
rosary
as
this
,
instead
of
wearing
it
as
a
vain
bijou
.
"
"
You
seem
to
take
a
great
deal
of
comfort
in
your
prayers
,
Esther
,
and
always
come
down
looking
quiet
and
satisfied
.
I
wish
I
could
.
"
