"He will take a letter
from me," she continued, "telling them why you are sent back, and
I greatly fear it will be long ere you find as good a home as this
has been to you."
Edith sat like one stunned by a heavy blow. She had not really
believed that a calamity she so much dreaded, would overtake her,
and the fact that it had, paralyzed her faculties. Thinking her in
a fit of stubbornness Mrs. Atherton said no more, but busied
herself in packing her scanty wardrobe, feeling occasionally a
twinge of remorse as she bent over the little red, foreign-looking
chest, or glanced at the slight figure sitting so motionless by
the window.
"Whose is this?" she asked, holding up a box containing a long,
thick braid of hair.
"Mother's hair! mothers hair! for Marie told me so. You shan't
touch THAT!" and like a tigress Edith sprang upon her, and
catching the blue-black tress, kissed it passionately, exclaiming,
"'Tis mother's--'tis. I remember now, and I could not think
before, but Marie told me so the last time I saw her, years and
years ago.
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