Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 321: what you’re looking at

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answered, rising and going to get it, for the duchess had sent to Mrs, Stewart's for it the day after she eame to her. She took out the bundle that was wrapped in the linen towel, and unwrapping it laid its contents in her mother’s lap. Mrs. Earlescourt took the little garments up one by one in her trembling hands, and then, suddenly over- come by tender memories which they awakened, she buried her face in the litrle linen night-robe, and burst into a passion of tears, “How the sight of them carries me back to those old happy days!” she said, when she could speak again. ‘This and this’—indicating the night-robe and wrapper trimmed with swan’s-dawn—‘I made with my own hands; it was one of my whims that you should wear nothing but what I fashioned for you; you were all I had, and it was but pleasure and pastime for me to work for you. This little seal cloak I never saw before; your tather must have had it made for you to keep you warm during the voyage. Oh, Hazel! looking at you now I can hardly realize that you ever wore these tiny things.” “T shall always keep them,” Hazel said, regarding them affectionately, while she tenderly folded and replaced them in her trunk, and then they began to talk of other things. Mrs. Earlescourt told her of her return to America after learning of the loss of her husband at sea; of her losses by the great conflagration in Chicago, when all her own and her husband’s property had been devoured by the flames: of her adventures at —_ time, ae otohe ea of little May, whom she ad afterward adopted. 3 “Then Marie is not your own child?" ek