You send me vhere I never find de vay, because I am in de vay, Vilhelmina!" I was most thankful to Mrs.Strouss for sending her husband (however good and kind-hearted he might be) to wander among many shops of chemists, rather than to keep his eyes on me, while I listened to things that were almost sure to make me want my eyes my own.

My nurse had seen, as any good nurse must, that, grown and formed as I might be, the nature of the little child that cries for its mother was in me still.
"It is very sad now," Mrs.Strouss began again, without replying to my grateful glance; "Miss Erema, it is so sad that I wish I had never begun with it.

But I see by your eyes--so like your father's, but softer, my dear, and less troublesome--that you will have the whole of it out, as he would with me once when I told him a story for the sake of another servant.

It was just about a month before you were born, when the trouble began to break on us.

And when once it began, it never stopped until all that were left ran away from it.