` Her doll is nothing but an old shawl tied round with a string , and she do n't seem to have but one book . Wonder if she 'd like to have me come and play with her , ' said Patty to herself , as she stood her own big doll in the window , and nodded back at the girl , who bobbed up and down in her chair with delight at this agreeable prospect . ` You can go and see her some day if you like , ' said Aunt Pen , scribbling away . Patty said no more then , but later in the afternoon she remembered this permission , and resolved to try if aunty would find out her good doings as well as her bad ones . So , tucking Blanch Augusta Arabella Maud under one arm , her best picture-book under the other , and gathering a little nosegay of her own flowers , she slipped across the road , knocked , and marched boldly upstairs . Mrs. Brown , the sewing-woman , was out , and no one there but Lizzie in her chair at the window , looking lonely and forlorn . ` How do you do ? My name is Patty , and I live over there , and I 've come to play with you , ' said one child in a friendly tone . ` How do you do ? My name is Lizzie , and I 'm very glad to see you . What a lovely doll ! ' returned the other child gratefully ; and then the ceremony of introduction was over , and they began to play as if they had known each other for ever so long . To poor Lizzie it seemed as if a little fairy had suddenly appeared to brighten the dismal room with flowers and smiles and pretty things ; while Patty felt her pity and good-will increase as she saw Lizzie 's crippled feet , and watched her thin face brighten and glow with interest and delight over book and doll and posy . ` It felt good , ' as Patty said afterwards ; ` sort of warm and comfortable in my heart , and I liked it ever so much . ' She stayed an hour , making sunshine in a shady place , and then ran home , wondering if Aunt Pen would find that out . She found her sitting with her hands before her , and such a sad look in her face that Patty ran to her , saying anxiously -- ` What 's the matter , aunty ? Are you sick ? ' ` No dear ; but I have sorrowful news for you . Come , sit in my lap and let me tell you as gently as I can . ' ` Mamma is dead ! '
Cried XXXXX with a look of terror in her rosy face .
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