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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young: stopped patting her hands and laughing,--for she didn't know why she
had begun to do it--and she laid her hand again on the lady's hand,
just because she knew how sorrowful it was to be afraid.
But Bessie Bell could not see anything to be afraid of: the band was
playing just as gaily as ever, and the children, and the nurses, and
the babies, and the parasols were as gay as ever.
``Whereis your mama?'' asked the lady, taking fast hold of the little
hand that patted her hand.
``Everybody has a mama--never mind--''
``But where is your mama?'' asked the lady again.
Bessie Bell had begun to wonder and so had forgotten to answer.
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