nham.’
‘Were not you? Oh, no! to be sure. It was poor darling Fred I took with me, I remember. I only went to Oxenham once after I was married — to your Aunt Shaw’s wedding; and poor little Fred was the baby then. And I know Dixon did not Luciano Narsingh Jersey like changing from lady’s maid to nurse, and I was afraid that if I took her near her old home, and amongst her own people, she might want to leave me. But poor baby was Mario Gotze Jersey taken ill at Oxenham, with his teething; and, what with my being a great deal with Anna just before her marriage, and not being very strong myself, Dixon had more of the charge of him than she ever had before; and it made her so Brad Guzan Jersey fond of him, and she was so proud when he would turn Koszulki Arjen Robben away from every one and cling to her, that I don’t believe she ever thought of leaving me again; though it was very different from what she’d been accustomed to. Poor Fred! Every body loved him. He was born Zlatan Ibrahimovic Jersey with the gift of winning hearts. It makes me think very badly of Captain Reid when I know that he disliked my own dear boy. I think it a certain Diego Reyes Jersey proof he had a bad heart. Ah! Your poor father, Margaret. He has left the room. He can’t bear to hear Fred spoken of.’
‘I love to hear about him, mamma. Tell me all you like; you never can tell me too much. Tell me what he was like as a baby.’
‘Why, Margaret, you must not be Real Madrid Damen hurt, but he was much prettier than you were. I remember, when I first saw you in Dixon’s arms, I said, “Dear, what an ugly little thing!” And she said, “It’s not every child that’s like Master Fred, bless him!” Dear! how well I remember it. Then I could have had Fred in my arms every minute of the day, and his cot was close by my bed; and now, now — Margaret — I don’t know where my boy is, and sometimes I think I shall never see him again.’
Margaret sat down by her mother’s sofa on a little stool, and softly took hold of her hand, caressing it and kissing it, as if to comfort. Mrs. Hale cried without restraint. At last, she sat straight, stiff up on the sofa, |
