"A little, ma'am."
"And hungry too, no doubt: let her have some supper before she
goes to bed, Miss Miller. Is this the first time you have left
your parents to come to school, my little girl?"
I explained to her that I had no parents. She inquired how long
they had been dead: then how old I was, what was my name, whether
I could read, write, and sew a little: then she touched my cheek
gently with her forefinger, and saying, "She hoped I should be a
good child," dismissed me along with Miss Miller.
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