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A Daughter of the Rich
mother's arms, leaned her head, running over with golden curls, on her mother's breast, and murmured drowsily,—
"Ittle tooties—tut with mummy's heart-tutter—tutter—tooties—tut—" The blue-veined eyelids closed over the lovely eyes; and Mrs. Blossom, holding up her finger to hush the children's mirth at May's inspired utterance, carried her back into the bedroom.
One after another the children crept noiselessly upstairs, with a whispered, "Good-night, Martie," and in ten minutes Mary Blossom knew they were all in the land of dreams.
