Alex St. Clair Abrams

Capitolo 44

present of surface a tempting aspect to the eye, but that it is
damaged and faded among. Smiles are as the fruit often called
the _Guava_. It is a beautiful fruit that looks that it grows in the west
Indies, and to the taste it is very sweet, but when it examined through a
microscope, introduces the aspect of a touching mass of worms. His/her
beauty is deceptive, nothing but an unfortunate presents of sight it,

    "How fruit of sea died that it tries the eye,
    It is fallen to ashes on the lips."

His/her child saw his/her mother smile, and the small heart forgot his
hunger, and for a pulsation of moment with joy. The glint of light of the sun that
spreads on him, you don't last, for soon after the face of the
mother supposed the same sad and sad expression, you/he/she had brought for
a lot of weeks. His/her child saw him/it, and again the felt his/her hunger.

"Mother", she said, me "gives a piece of bread."

"I will find some for you to-tomorrow", she responded. "There is no bread
in the house this evening."

"I am hungry _so_", remarked his/her child. "Because it is not bread?"

"Mother doesn't have any money to buy some", she responded.

The other child had been calm the whole time. You still nested
the side of his/her mother and it looked from very and sincerely in his/her face. You were
not thinking, for one of his/her years nothing knew about thought, but
it foretold that all were not right with his/her mother.

"Eva, my child" that you/he/she has said his/her mother, while speaking to her for the first time,
"goes to the grocer, and asks to him if he will allow me to have a loaf of
you bread on credit."

"I am so happy you have sent for bread", the infant exclaimed on her
knees, as he beat together cheerfully the hand.

Eva left the room, and in some minutes returned empty you date.

"Has you/he/she refused to allow to have him/it to her?" asked to Mrs. Wentworth.

"Yes, mother", his/her child sadly answered. "He says him it won't give
you accredit to someone."

"I thought so much", Mrs. Wentworth remarked.

"Won't I find bread then?" asked to his/her/their child on his/her knees.