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Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of

hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how

she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and

loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her

other little children, and make their eyes bright and eager with

many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of

long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows,

and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own

child-life, and the happy summer days.

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