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Portrait of Ethel Turner Ethel Turner The Family at Misrule — V. BETWEEN A DREAM AND A DREAM (1895)

There was a strange look of Judy about the little face to-night, and altogether it made Meg forget the visitors downstairs, Alan, Nell's impatience, everything but the little dead mother and the knowledge that her place was not well filled. She thought of Bunty, sullen, hard, untruthful, and growing more so every day—Bunty, whose nature no one but Poppet had a key to, and even hers would not always turn.
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Portrait of Ethel Turner Ethel Turner The Family at Misrule — V. BETWEEN A DREAM AND A DREAM (1895)

Poppet put her head under the clothes and sobbed hysterically; the little, narrow bed with its spring mattress was shaking.
"Oh!" said Nellie,—"oh dear, this is tiresome! Poppet, do you want anything? Would you like a drink?—oh, I'm in such a hurry,—what is it, Poppet? What's the use of being silly, now? When a dream's gone, it's gone. Stop crying at once, or I shall be very angry, and go and leave you in the dark!"
The bed shook even more violently.
"M-M-Meg!" was the word that came with a choking sound from under the counterpane,—"oh, M-M-Meg!"
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Portrait of Ethel Turner Ethel Turner The Family at Misrule — V. BETWEEN A DREAM AND A DREAM (1895)

But there was only a pillow and a tossed heap of clothes—the bed was empty!
"She's gone down for more light and company. How unkind of Nellie!" she said aloud, starting off in quest of her. She looked in the different bedrooms as she passed, then in the nursery, which was brightly lighted but deserted.
The boys' landing was in darkness; but at the end of it she caught a glimpse of something white outside Bunty's door.
"Poppet!" she cried, hurrying down. "Oh, Poppet, nothing on your feet, and only your nightgown!"
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