VII 

 POOR MISS JENNY'S HEART 



And Jenny, poor, despairing little Jenny! 

 No one suspected the depth of feeling of 

 which she was capable until Chupes died. 

 She called unceasingly for him, and thinking 

 it might convey some idea of the hopeless- 

 ness of the cry if we let her see him, we 

 placed the limp little body on the table be- 

 side her. She gazed at him fully two min- 

 utes without stirring, then she rushed 

 wildly about the room, dashing herself 

 against walls and windows as if attempting 

 to beat her brains out. The neighbors, 

 even at a distance, heard her pitiful wails, 

 and it was a problem with us all what was 

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