My Pretty Sister 



little present to keep for her sake : it was 

 a tiny, fat copy of the '' Pilgrim's Progress," 

 full of pictures, which she had greatly trea- 

 sured as a child, and had often lent to me 

 as a great treat on Sundays. Then Mary 

 and I hugged each other without any words, 

 and I fell happily asleep with the Pilgrim 

 under my pillow. 



My sister Esther hardly spoke at all 

 after that, never wept, and never smiled, 

 not even for my father. She just lay there 

 for a few days longer, and then faded out 

 of life. She died on September 15th. 

 Mary said her heart was broken. 



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