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little story, that I had every reason to believe my little friend Fanny would improve rapidly.
“ You will rejoice to hear," writes this amiable lady, “ that Alice is quite well again, sitting in her old place, knitting and netting, and spinning and plaiting, as usual: singing too; for she is convinced that her mother is not ill: but she will not again trust herself to Beau's guidance when crossing the footbridge. I can never be sufficiently thankful to the Almighty that her life was spared: nor can we do too much for Mary Browne, whose presence of mind and determined bravery were the means of her rescue.
“ My poor child has received a lesson which I am convinced has had, and will continue to have, the most beneficial effects on her character. You may imagine what she suffered, day after day, while Alice continued so very ill : nothing could exceed her anxiety: she prayed constantly for her recovery, and relinquished all her pocket-money-indeed, all her luxuries
—to contribute to the blind girl's comforts : this, her naturally good disposition would make her do. But now that all danger is over, it is delightful to see how carefully she watches, not others, but herself; and she has requested us all, whenever we see any return of her foible (I call it by too mild a name), to reprove it by the one word · Alice.' I have only had occasion to do so once; and then she turned pale, and burst into tears, thanking me, when she could speak. I constantly observe that she presses her finger on her lip, as if to keep in her words: and we never, by any chance, now reproach her by calling her “ LITTLE CHATTERBOX.”