She sniffed a little and smiled at herself.

"Oh, don't be a baby! It's all over now, you know--I mean it's just beginning!" She stopped for a moment by the table, with the letter in her hand, and looked down at Amy's picture.

"That is all any one needs to know." Her look was pitying, tender, but a little curious, too.
"I wonder what you were like at my age! I wonder what you went through, poor dear?
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