"Yes, so do I too, and how you used to sit on my knee; and do you
remember Jason, the big mastiff, and how you used to ride upon his
back?"
"Yes," replied Clara, "I do; but he died a long while ago."
"He did, when you were not more than six years old. And now tell me,
where did the old gardener bury him?"
"Under the mulberry-tree," replied Clara.
"Yes, so he did, and I was there when poor Jason was buried. You don't
recollect me. But I will take off my hat, for I did not wear the same
dress that I do now. Now look, Clara, and see if you remember me."
Clara, who was no longer alarmed, looked on the intendant's face, and
then said, "You called my father Philip, and he used to call you
Charles."
"You are right, my sweet one," replied the intendant, pressing Clara
to his bosom; "I did so, and we were great friends. Now, will you come
with me? and I have a little girl, older than you by three or four
years, who will be your companion, and love you dearly."
"May I come and see Alice and Edith sometimes?"
"Yes, you shall, and she will come with you and make their
acquaintance, if their brother will permit it. I will not take you
away now, dearest; you shall remain here for a few days, and then we
will come over and fetch you.
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