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Don't cry any more, Dorothy; it makes other people so unhappy--and, said Irene, wisely,
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I know that! I know that! What do you tell me _that_ for? Oh, dear! oh, dear!
human
Well, Irene said,
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I want to tell you anything which will make you try to stop crying.
human
said Dorothy, crossly;
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I am not thinking so much about what _you_ feel, Irene said, with refreshing frankness;
human
I am thinking of your mamma, and how vexed and grieved _she_ is about you.
gpt
Ah! she said, in her broken English,
human
Ah! what pains little ma'm'selle? Is she ill? Does she want a doctor?
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No, Irene said;
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Ah! but that is sad; but oh! dear _petite_, the kind woman said, going up to Dorothy,
gpt
How old was he?
human
Five years old, ma'm'selle, and as lovely as an angel.
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What did your mother do? Irene asked;
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She comforted my poor father, for it was when cutting the rushes with him that Antoine fell into the water. She dried her eyes, and tried to be cheerful for his, my father's, sake. The pain at her poor heart was terrible, terrible, but she said to me, 'Jeanette, I must hide the pain for the sake of the dear father. I only tell it to God.'
gpt
How is your poor mother now?
human
She is calm, she is quiet; she does her work for them all, and her face has a look of peace. M. le Curé says it is the peace that comes of bearing sorrow, as the Lord Jesus bore the cross, and that is the way for us all; little and young, or old, it is the same. But I must go; there is so much work, night and day, day and night. See, dear little ma'm'selle --and Jeanette foraged in the deep pocket of her white apron--
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Try to sleep away your sorrow, ma'm'selle, and wake fresh and happy for madame's sake.
human
Every one tells me that, said Dorothy,
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No one thinks you can forget him, Irene said;
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That was a pretty story of Jeanette's about her poor little brother. Didn't you think so, Irene?
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Yes, Irene said, thoughtfully;
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I hope God will comfort Antoine's poor father.
gpt
It's the _mother_ that cared the most--it was the mother who was so miserable.
human
Ah! but it was the father who let the little boy slip into the water; it was a thousand times worse for him,
gpt
Well, grannie, is she coming?--is Irene coming?
human
Is she coming, grannie dear?
gpt
Do not rush into the room before your sister, Willy. See, you have knocked the basket out of her hand.
human
And all my flowers are upset, grannie, said a little plaintive voice.
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Every one!
human
Pick them up, Willy; do not be so rough. Ah! look!