Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 358
darkcloset. My hair caught on a nail, and was tornoff my head in the fall. I cried bitterly. Thepain of my broken limbs was not so trying as thefeeling that my mistress, who had loved me somuch, should have treated me so cruelly. Therewas a walking-stick, which belonged to mymamas papa, in the… … THE CRUEL WALKING-STICK. crying of a doll-baby. I did notstop soon enoughto satisfy him,and he knockedone of my eyesout. After lyingthere for whatseemed to me anage, I heard thewell rememberedsoft step of dearold Santa Claus inthe room outside.I shouted loud-ly, and he cameto the closet andcarried…
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