Capitolo 45
makes all of his/her day, if one small, grey-dressed again figure with a,
intelligent face, a happy voice, and a small hand they confidently slipped
in his, it overcame with him the winter park. Next house
he liked late it, to see a curly head, brown that looks to the window;
to find his/her ready slippers, his/her paper in his/her place and a pair of
prepared feet, anxious to wait on him. "I desire my Fanny to be more
as her", he often told him, as he looked at the girls, while
they thought of them him deep in politics or the state of the market of money.
Mr. Poor Shaw had been so busy getting rich, that he didn't have
you find time to teach his/her children to love him/it; he was more to
ease now, and as his/her boy and girls they grew, him lost
anything. Polly was unconsciously showing him/it what was, and
child-love that does so sweet, that he felt him cannot live without him
some more, doesn't know yet completely as to win the trust of the
children that had found him busy, indifferent always and
distracted.
As the girls were going in bed a night, Polly kissed grandmother, as
usual, and Fanny laughed to her, while saying, that that a child that you are! Us
it is too much now old man for such things."
"I never think people they are too much old to kiss their fathers and
mothers", it was the rapid answer.
"You straighten, the my small Polly; " and the Mr. Stretched out Shaw his/her hand to her
with such kind glance, that Fannies it fixed amazed, and then it said,
timidly, "I thought that you didn't love him father." "I do, my darling:"
And the Mr. Shaw put out the other hand to Fanny that gave him/it a
I kiss filial, forgetting completely all but the tender feeling
that jumped above in his/her heart to the renewal of the childish custom
what we don't have need you ever overcome the possibilities of the system.
Mrs. Shaw was a nervous, meticulous void that wanted anything
every five minutes; then Polly found a lot of small things to do for
his/her and it did, them so happily, that the poor lady loved to have
the quiet, useful child nearby, to wait on her, read to her, raced