'Oh yes, yes, Dora!' cried Helen, 'we are your sisters, only not
quite, the same as Winifred.'
'And have you no mamma, really no mamma?' continued Dora looking
frightened, although soothed by Elizabeth's manner, and by feeling
that the truth was really told her.
'Not really, Dora; but your mamma is quite the same to us as if she
really was our mother,' said. Elizabeth, leading the little girl
away, and leaving Anne and Helen looking unutterable things at each
other.
Helen then went into the large, drawing-room, to fetch some, of her
out-of-door apparel which she had left there, and Anne followed her.
No one was in the room but Mrs. Hazleby, who looked more disconcerted
than Helen had ever seen her before. She seemed to think, it
necessary to make some apology, and began, 'I am sure I had no notion
that, the child did not know it all perfectly at her age.'
'Mamma has always wished to keep the little ones from knowing of any
difference as long as possible,' said Helen, rather indignantly; but
recollecting herself, she added, 'I think Dora is rather tired, and
perhaps she was the more easily overcome for that reason.
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