11/29 'Never! She'll never glide and nestle into the bosom of her Papa's affections like--the--' 'Startled fawn ?' suggested Miss Tox. 'Never! Poor Fanny! Yet, how I loved her!' 'You must not distress yourself, my dear,' said Miss Tox, in a soothing voice. 'Now really! You have too much feeling.' 'We have all our faults,' said Mrs Chick, weeping and shaking her head. |