Capitolo 5
girl that brought a cowl of silk, an apron gently curled, a beautiful medallion,
and it had his/her tied up hair with a snood of the velvet.
"Yes, I will be up to my uncle it comes. Now he is my keeper, and
I don't know what he will do with me. Does a keeper have him?"
"My causes, no! I had gone away on the footsteps of poor-house a small mite of a
child, and Miss Rogers brought a liking me, so I have ever been there
since then. But now she is dead, and I take me care of me."
"As interesting! It is as Arabella Montgomery in the 'gypsy
Child.' Did it ever make her reading that sweet history?" Rose asked that it was
affectionate of histories of found-lings, and you/he/she had read many.
"I don't have any books to read, and all through exchange I am me course
away in the woods; that is me better than the histories", he/she answered
Phebe, as she ended a job and it started on another.
Rose looked at her/it as she went out a great saucepan of beans to look on,
and he/she wondered as it would seem to have the life every job and no play.
To the moment Phebe seemed to think his/her turn it was him/it to ask questions,
and says, anxiously
"Has you/he/she had a lot of education, do I suppose?"
"Oh, dear me, yes! I have been to he/she almost boards school one year, and
I am almost dead with lessons. The more than I have found, the more Miss
Power gave me, and I was so they put that me 'the most greater part cried my eyes
out. Dad never gave me hard things to do, and he always taught
me so pleasantly I loved to study. Oh, we was so happy and this way
affectionate of each other! But now he has gone, and I am left alone."
The torn wound that would not come when Rose sat, while waiting came him/it
now of his really accord two of them in fact and it rolled down her
cheeks, saying the love story and the better pain of some words
you/he/she could do him/it.
For one minute it was not sound in the kitchen but the small one
daughter is sobbing and the comprehensive ones tap some rain. Phebe
stopped to beat his/her beans from a saucepan to another and his/her eyes