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Title: Nanny Merry
or, What Made the Difference

Author: Anonymous

Release Date: December 14, 2009 [eBook #30681]

Language: English

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NANNY MERRY.

[Illustration: CROWNING THE QUEEN]

NANNY MERRY;

Or,

What Made the Difference?

London:
T. Nelson and Sons, Paternoster Row;
Edinburgh; and New York.
1872.

CHAPTER I.

IN WHICH NANNIE IS INTRODUCED.

A little brown house, with an old elm-tree before it, a frame of
lattice-work around the door, with a broad stone for a step--this is
where old Grannie Burt lives. And there she is sitting in the doorway
with her Bible in her lap. She can't read it, for she is blind; but she
likes to have it by her; she likes the "feeling of it," she says. "When
my Bible is away," Grannie Burt says, "I am sometimes troubled and
worried; but if I can only touch it, my troubles are all gone; for what
harm can any trouble do us when we are going to heaven at last?"

But grannie doesn't always have to _feel_ her Bible. Sometimes--very
often--a little girl comes down the path to the brown house, and sitting
down close by grannie, on that cricket that you see there now, takes the
good book and reads the blessed words to her, till the tears trickle down
grannie's wrinkled face, and laying her trembling hand on the little
girl's head, she says, "God bless thee, my child."

I think she is expecting her now; for, see the cricket is all ready, and
on the little table is a pitcher of cool water from the old well that
you see just behind the house; and here is the little girl herself.

"Good-morning, grannie; are y