me，”said
her
mother，
rushing to
embrace
her. “how
i loveyou，
my poor
child！ how
i love
you！” then
noticing
that the
tips of
her ears
wererather
dirty， she
rang at
once for
warm
water， and
washed
her，
changed
herlinen，
her
stockings，
her shoes，
asked a
thousand
questions
about her
health，as
if on the
return
from a
long
journey，
and
finally，
kissing
her again
andcrying
a little，
she gave
her back
to the
servant，
who stood
quitethunderstricken
