I wish I was dead and out of their way.

But, oh! no, I don't; for I'm not fit to die.

Oh! what shall I do?
I wish it was I that was hurt instead of the baby.

I'd like to go away and hide from everybody that knows me; then I shouldn't be a curse and trouble to papa or any of them." She lifted her head, and looked about her.

It was growing dusk.