A minute later she appeared , dragging Topsy behind her . ` Come out here ' she was saying . ' I will tell your master . ' ` What is the matter now ? ' asked Mr. St. Clare . ` The matter is that I can not be plagued with this child any longer ' said Miss Ophelia . ` It is past all bearing . Here , I locked her up , and gave her a hymn to learn . What does she do , but spy out where I put my key . She has gone to my wardrobe , taken a bonnet-trimming , and cut it all to pieces to make dolls ' jackets ! I never saw anything like it in my life . ' -LSB- Illustration -RSB- ' I do n't know what to do ' she went on ; ' I have taught and taught . I have talked till I 'm tired . I 've whipped her . I 've punished her in every way I can think of , and still she is as naughty as she was at first . ' ` Come here , Topsy , you monkey , ' said Mr. St. Clare . Topsy came , her hard , round eyes glittering and blinking , half in fear , half in mischief . ` What makes you behave so ? ' said Mr. St. Clare , who could not help being amused at her funny expression . ` Spects it 's my wicked heart ; Miss Feely says so . '
` Do n't you see how much Miss XXXXX has done for you ?
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