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"Oh, my dear husband, I must have them both. Only fancy how lovely

they will be, dressed exactly alike. My little Lilly, and you

Claudia, will you come and be my daughters? I shall love you very

much, and that gentleman will be your papa. He is very kind. You

shall have big wax dolls, as high as your heads, and doll-houses,

and tea-sets, and beautiful blue and pink silk dresses, and every

evening I shall take you out to ride in my carriage. Each of you

shall have a white hat, with long, curling feathers. Will you come

and live with me, and let me be your mamma?"

Beulah's face assumed an ashen hue, as she listened to these coaxing

words. She had not thought of separation; the evil had never

presented itself in this form, and, staggering forward, she clutched

the matron's dress, saying hoarsely: "Oh, don't separate us! Don't let them take Lilly from me! I will do

anything on earth, I will work my hands off. Oh, do anything, but

please, oh, please, don't give Lilly up. My own darling Lilly."

Claudia here interrupted: "I should like to go well enough, if you

will take Beulah too. Lil, are you going?"

"No, no." Lillian broke away from the stranger's clasping arm and

rushed toward her sister; but Miss White sat between them, and,

catching the child, she firmly, though very gently, held her back.

Lilly was very much afraid of her, and, bursting into tears, she

cried imploringly: "Oh, sister! take me, take me!"

Beulah sprang to her side, and said, almost fiercely: "Give her to

me; she is mine, and you have no right to part us." She extended her

arms toward the little form struggling to reach her.

"The managers have decided that it is for the child's good that Mrs.

Grayson should adopt her. We dislike very much to separate sisters,

but it cannot be avoided; whole families can't be adopted by one

person, and you must not interfere. She will soon be perfectly

satisfied away from you, and instead of encouraging her to be

rebellious, you ought to coax her to behave and go peaceably,"

replied Miss White, still keeping Beulah at arm's length.

"You let go Lilly, you hateful, ugly, old thing you! She shan't go

if she don't want to? She does belong to Beulah," cried Claudia,

striding up and laying her hand on Lilly's arm.

"You spoiled, insolent little wretch!" muttered Miss White,

crimsoning to the roots of her fiery hair.