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"Hetty has got a house," said the little girl complacently. "Have you
got a house too?"
"A splendid large house, Hetty," said Mrs. Kane. "_You_ never saw such a
house."
"Is it bigger than the post-office?" said Hetty doubtingly.
"Bigger far."
"Bigger than the forge?"
"Don't be foolish, child, and stop your biggers," said Mrs. Kane; "Mrs.
Rushton's house is the size of the church and more."
Hetty winked with astonishment, and she lay silent for some time, till
at last she said:
"And do you sit in the pulpit?"
Mrs. Rushton laughed more than she was accustomed to laugh at Lady
Harriet Beaton's comic stories. This child's prattle was amusing to her.
"And do you have grave-stones growing round your door?" persisted Hetty.
"There, ma'am!" cried Mrs. Kane, "she'll worry you with questions if you
give her a bit of encouragement. She'll think of things that'll put you
wild for an answer, so she will. John and I give her up."
Mrs. Rushton was not at all inclined to give her up, however, for she
kept coming day after day to visit the little patient.
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