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which seemed to delight her wonderfully; her whole soul was absorbed in her beads. He said to her, "My dear, you have some pretty beads there." "Yes, papa." "And you seem to be very much pleased with them." "Yes, papa." "Well, now, throw them behind the fire." The tears started into her eyes, and she looked earnestly at him, as though she ought to have a reason for such a cruel sacrifice. "Well, my dear, do as you please, but you know I never told you to do anything, which I did not think would be good for you."
She looked at him a few moments longer, and then summoning up all her forti-
