Leah
said, "This is the new girl." "She'll get over it directly,"
muttered the housekeeper, as she went from the room, leaving Dora
inexpressibly shocked at witnessing such grief in one whom she had
thought so happy.
"Can I do anything for you?" she said at last, drawing near, and
involuntarily laying her hand on the golden curls she had so much
admired.
There was genuine sympathy in the tones of that childish voice,
which touched an answering chord in Ella's heart, and lifting up
her head she gazed curiously at the little brown-faced girl, who
stood there neatly attired in a dress of plain dark calico, her
auburn hair, which had grown rapidly, combed back from her open
brow, and her dark-blue eyes full of tears. No one could mistake
Dora Deane for a menial, and few could look upon her without being
at once interested; for early sorrow had left a shade of sadness
upon her handsome face, unusual in one so young. Then, too, there
was an expression of goodness and truth shining out all over her
countenance, and Ella's heart yearned towards her at once as
towards a long-tried friend.
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