She stopped.
"Oh! Harriet, I wish this was papa's house! I don't know these people." "Be a good child, Missy." "I am good, but I ache here;" putting her hand to her heart, and moaning while she reiterated, "Papa! papa!" I roused myself and started up, to check this scene while it was yet within bounds.
"Say good-morning to the young lady," dictated Harriet.

She said, "Good-morning," and then followed her nurse from the room.

Harriet temporarily left that same day, to go to her own friends, who lived in the neighbourhood.
On descending, I found Paulina (the child called herself Polly, but her full name was Paulina Mary) seated at the breakfast-table, by Mrs.
Bretton's side; a mug of milk stood before her, a morsel of bread filled her hand, which lay passive on the table-cloth: she was not eating.
"How we shall conciliate this little creature," said Mrs.Bretton to me, "I don't know: she tastes nothing, and by her looks, she has not slept." I expressed my confidence in the effects of time and kindness.
"If she were to take a fancy to anybody in the house, she would soon settle; but not till then," replied Mrs.Bretton..