But there was a sadder day; a narrow coffin, a black hearse, and a tolling bell, which always wakes me from my sleep, and I find the dream all gone, and nothing left of the little child but the wicked Lenora Carter." Here the dark girl buried her face in her hands and wept, while Carrie gently smoothed her tangled curls.

After a while, as if ashamed of her emotion, Lenora dried her tears, and Carrie said, "Tell me more of your early life.

I like you when you act as you do now." "There is nothing more to tell but wickedness," answered Lenora.
"Grandma died, and I had no one to teach me what was right.

About a year after her death mother wanted to get a divorce from father; and one day she told me that a lawyer was coming to inquire about my father's treatment of her.

'Perhaps,' said she, 'he will ask if you ever saw him strike me, and you must say that you have a great many times.