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THE PORTER'S SON |
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fresh air in the carriage. She drove out with Mamma, and she always nodded to the Porter's little George, even kissed her fingers to him, until her mother told her that she was now too big for that.
One forenoon he went up to the General's with the letters and papers which had been left in the Porter's lodge in the morning. As he went upstairs, past the door of the sand-hole, he heard something whimpering inside; |
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he thought it was a chicken chirping there, but instead it was the General's little daughter in muslin and lace.
' Don't tell Papa and Mamma, for they will be angry !'
1 What is the matter, little miss ? ' asked George.
1 It is all burning !' said she. ' It is burning and blazing ! '
George opened the door to the little nursery: the window curtain was almost all burned, the curtain rod was glowing and in flames. George sprang up, pulled it down, and called to the people. But for him there would have been a house on fire. The General and his lady questioned little Emily. ' I only took one single match,' said she, ' that burned at once, and the curtain burned at once. I spat to put it out, I spat as hard as I could, |
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