And she lived up to that vow. Lucinda's baby Hat the finest of thing. The finest of bassinettes, carriages, bottles, diapers, dresses, slips, and. booties.
Yes, the finest of everything.
It went on that way. Only the best—always. Many thousands of dollars were spent on that baby. There was a nurse first; then a nurse and a governess, The child lived in the big mansion—and she had a huge front yard in which to play.
She sat one day on her mother's lap, and toyed with a brooch.
"You're eight years old today," her mother said. "What a big girl you are!"
TIl be bigger, mother. Just like you."
Some day, dear.
And I hope you'll always be happy as I am right now. Perhaps you'll even have a little girl of your own some day. Who knows?
The governess stepped: into the room.
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