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Book, page 82 / 462 said Barbara, in an insulting tone. "Damages! what damages?" said Susan; "tell me what I must pay." "A shilling," said Barbara. "Oh, if sixpence would do!" said Susan; "I have but sixpence of my own in the world, and here it is." "It won't do," said Barbara, turning her back. "Nay, but hear me," cried Susan; "let me at least come in to look for its eggs. I only want ONE for my father's supper; you shall have all the rest." "What's your father, or his supper to us? is he so nice that he can eat none but guinea-hen's eggs?" said Barbara. "If you want your hen and your eggs, pay for them, and you'll have them." "I have but sixpence, and you say that won't do," said Susan with a sigh, as she looked at her favourite, which was in the maid's grasping hands, struggling and screaming in vain. Susan retired disconsolate. At the door of her father's cottage she saw her friend Rose, who was just come to summon her to the hawthorn bush. "They are all at the hawthorn, and I am come for you. We can do nothing without YOU, dear Susan," cried Rose, running to meet her, at the moment she saw her. "You are chosen Queen of the May--come, make haste. But what is the matter? why do you look so sad?" "Ah!" said Susan, "don't wait for me; I can't come to you, but," added she, pointing to the tuft of double cowslips in the garden, "gather those for poor little Mary; I promised them to her, and tell her the violets are under a hedge just opposite the turnstile, on the right as we go to church. Good-bye! never mind me; I can't come--I can't stay, for my father wants me." "But don't turn away your face; I won't keep you a moment; only tell me what's the matter," said her friend, following her into the cottage.
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