He died at five years
old. But I don't mind telling you of Susie."
"Oh! please, Mammie!"
"It was a year or more after my little Charlie wor tuk away," said
Mrs. Moseley. "My heart wor still sore and strange. I guessed as I'd
never have another baby, and I wor so bad I could not bear to look at
children. As I wor walking over Blackfriars Bridge late one evening I
heard a girl crying. I knew by her cry as she was a very young girl,
nearly a child; and, God forgive me! for a moment I thought as I'd
hurry on, and not notice her, for I did dread seeing children.
However, her cry was very bitter, and what do you think it was?
"'Oh, Mammie, Mammie, Mammie!'
"I couldn't stand that; it went through me as clean as a knife. I
ran up to her and said: 'What's yer trouble, honey?'
"She turned at once and threw her arms round me, and clung to me,
nearly in convulsions with weeping.
"'Oh! take me to my mother,' she sobbed. 'I want my mother.'
"'Yes, deary, tell me where she lives,' I said.
"But the bonnie dear could only shake her head and say she did not
know; and she seemed so exhausted and spent that I just brought her
home and made her up a bed in your little closet without more ado.
She seemed quite comforted that I should take to her, and left off
crying for her mother. I asked her the next day a lot of questions,
but to everything she said she did not know. She did not know where
her mother lived now. She would rather not see her mother, now she
was not so lonely.
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