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I'd hang it in your own room, and times and times in the day I'd
be running upstairs to look at it. But it's all as one. I've got a photo
of you here," (touching her breast) "and sometimes I can see it as plain
as plain."
I could not speak after that, but I kissed her as she was going out, and
she said:
"That's nice, now! Good-bye, _my chree!_ You'll not be going home until
to-morrow, it's like, so perhaps I'll be putting another sight on you.
Good-bye!"
I went to the window to watch her as she walked down the drive. She was
wiping her eyes, but her head was up and I thought her step was light,
and I was sure her face was shining.
God bless her! The dear sweet woman! Such women as she is, and my mother
was--so humble and loving, so guileless and pure, never saying an unkind
word or thinking an unkind thought--are the flowers of the world that
make the earth smell sweet.
* * * * *
When she was gone and I remembered the promise I had made to her I asked
myself what was to become of me.


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