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CHAPTER XIII.
Tom and Posy watched little Nancy with distressed countenances as she lay on the lounge so still and white.
"Don't be frightened," said Mrs. Winton, as she caught sight of their faces, that were almost as pale as the little match-girl's; "she has only fainted and will be well again in a few minutes."
So Mrs. Winton bathed the child's fore-*head with cold water, and Hannah fanned her with a palm-leaf fan.
"Tom," said Mamma, "I wish you would bring me a pitcher of cold water fresh from the pump." But there was no answer, and Mamma looked around. Both of the children were gone. Just as the little match-
