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Lucy looked round for a place, where she could lay her own little
boy, who was asleep, and perceiving the vacant cradle, deposited him there,
and took the little stranger into her arms. It was almost blue with cold,
and looked thin and pale; its plaintive moans, went at once to her heart,
and excited tenderness and pity. Lucy took it in her arms
and warmed it on her bosom; the poor little creature seized and clung to
her breast with the eagerness of a half starved and perishing being.
"Poor thing," said Hetty, "its getting what it wanted bad enough and its to
be hoped it won't be forever crying and screaming now, if so be you can give
it a plenty a thing it hasn't had since it was born to my mind."
"And how has this happened?" enquired Lucy--"In such a grand house
as this; I should think no one wanted any thing, much less a
child."
"You'll soon find out to your cost, replied the girl--that no
one in this house---grand as it is has a plenty--Why nothing else
made the nurse go off in such a fit, but because she