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“
You
see
,
teacher
,
it
’
s
just
three
years
today
since
my
little
mother
died
.
It
’
s
such
a
long
,
long
time
but
it
hurts
just
as
much
as
ever
.
.
.
and
I
miss
her
just
as
much
as
ever
.
Sometimes
it
seems
to
me
that
I
just
can
’
t
bear
it
,
it
hurts
so
.
”
Paul
’
s
voice
quivered
and
his
lip
trembled
.
He
looked
down
at
his
roses
,
hoping
that
his
teacher
would
not
notice
the
tears
in
his
eyes
.
“
And
yet
,
”
said
Anne
,
very
softly
,
“
you
wouldn
’
t
want
it
to
stop
hurting
.
.
.
you
wouldn
’
t
want
to
forget
your
little
mother
even
if
you
could
.
”
“
No
,
indeed
,
I
wouldn
’
t
.
.
.
that
’
s
just
the
way
I
feel
.
You
’
re
so
good
at
understanding
,
teacher
.
Nobody
else
understands
so
well
.
.
.
not
even
grandma
,
although
she
’
s
so
good
to
me
.
Father
understood
pretty
well
,
but
still
I
couldn
’
t
talk
much
to
him
about
mother
,
because
it
made
him
feel
so
bad
.
When
he
put
his
hand
over
his
face
I
always
knew
it
was
time
to
stop
.
Poor
father
,
he
must
be
dreadfully
lonesome
without
me
;
but
you
see
he
has
nobody
but
a
housekeeper
now
and
he
thinks
housekeepers
are
no
good
to
bring
up
little
boys
,
especially
when
he
has
to
be
away
from
home
so
much
on
business
.
Grandmothers
are
better
,
next
to
mothers
.
Someday
,
when
I
’
m
brought
up
,
I
’
ll
go
back
to
father
and
we
’
re
never
going
to
be
parted
again
.
”
Paul
had
talked
so
much
to
Anne
about
his
mother
and
father
that
she
felt
as
if
she
had
known
them
.
She
thought
his
mother
must
have
been
very
like
what
he
was
himself
,
in
temperament
and
disposition
;
and
she
had
an
idea
that
Stephen
Irving
was
a
rather
reserved
man
with
a
deep
and
tender
nature
which
he
kept
hidden
scrupulously
from
the
world
.
“
Father
’
s
not
very
easy
to
get
acquainted
with
,
”
Paul
had
said
once
.
“
I
never
got
really
acquainted
with
him
until
after
my
little
mother
died
.
But
he
’
s
splendid
when
you
do
get
to
know
him
.
I
love
him
the
best
in
all
the
world
,
and
Grandma
Irving
next
,
and
then
you
,
teacher
.
I
’
d
love
you
next
to
father
if
it
wasn
’
t
my
DUTY
to
love
Grandma
Irving
best
,
because
she
’
s
doing
so
much
for
me
.
YOU
know
,
teacher
.
I
wish
she
would
leave
the
lamp
in
my
room
till
I
go
to
sleep
,
though
.
She
takes
it
right
out
as
soon
as
she
tucks
me
up
because
she
says
I
mustn
’
t
be
a
coward
.
I
’
m
NOT
scared
,
but
I
’
d
RATHER
have
the
light
.
My
little
mother
used
always
to
sit
beside
me
and
hold
my
hand
till
I
went
to
sleep
.
I
expect
she
spoiled
me
.
Mothers
do
sometimes
,
you
know
.
”
No
,
Anne
did
not
know
this
,
although
she
might
imagine
it
.
She
thought
sadly
of
HER
“
little
mother
,
”
the
mother
who
had
thought
her
so
“
perfectly
beautiful
”
and
who
had
died
so
long
ago
and
was
buried
beside
her
boyish
husband
in
that
unvisited
grave
far
away
.
Anne
could
not
remember
her
mother
and
for
this
reason
she
almost
envied
Paul
.
“
My
birthday
is
next
week
,
”
said
Paul
,
as
they
walked
up
the
long
red
hill
,
basking
in
the
June
sunshine
,
“
and
father
wrote
me
that
he
is
sending
me
something
that
he
thinks
I
’
ll
like
better
than
anything
else
he
could
send
.
