Excerpt from Bessie and Her FriendsAlmost time, Jennie, answered Mrs. Richards, looking up from the face of the baby upon her lap to the clock upon the man tel-piece. A very pale, tiny face it was, so tiny that Sergeant Richards used to say he had to look twice to be sure there was any face there, and that of the mother which bent above it was almost as pale, sick, anxious, and worn but it brightened, as she answered Jennie. It is five minutes...
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