Was brought to her cage, and she was there to meet me.
Very kind! ‘Bring the clean water; give out the fresh seed!’”
You wonder what sort of a little girl she was? She tells us:
“I was a good child on the whole,
A meek and manageable child. Why not?
I did not live to have the faults of life.
There seemed more true life in my father’s grave
Than in all England. . . . . .
At first I felt no life which was not patience;
Did the thing she bade me, without heed