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at I almost stood in awe of her. She was so young, too, yet strong--strong as God, I used to think--and full of hope, and courage, and ambition. Ambition! that isn't a word often applied to women; yet I say Claudia was ambitious. I upbraided her one day for this. She winced, and came and knelt down at my feet, her face upon her hands, her arms upon my knees, her sweet soul seeking mine through her eyes. "Gertie," said she, "I wonder why God made me a woman and fixed no place for me in all the many niches of creation. There is no room for such women as I am; women with bodies moulded for womanhood, and souls measured for man's burdens." The words had a solemn sound--a solemn meaning likewise. I had no answer for such awesome words, and so the child talked on. "I had a mother once," she said, "who loved me, and who unfitted me--God rest her sainted memory--for my battle with adversity. Nay, dear, don't look so shocked. I say that she unfitted me by instilling into my heart her own great grandeur, and her own grand courage. There is no room for such, I tell you. As a frail female weakling the slums would have cradled me; as a wife the world would have respected me; as a toiler for honest bread there is _no place_ for me. My mother was to me a creature next to God, and I have sometimes dared to put her first when I have felt most deeply all her nobleness. My father died, then came our struggle, hers and mine. I was her idol, she my God. We clung as only child and parent can. I could have made good money in the shops or factories. The neighbors said so, and advised that I be 'put to work.' "'What need had paupers of such training as she was giving me? Poverty was no disgrace, so it be honest poverty.' "Aye, that's it. How long will poverty be honest in children's untrained keeping? My mother understood, and knew my needs, as well. "'The child is what the mother makes it,' was her creed. And so she set her teeth against the factory and its damning influence, and she bade me look higher, teaching by her own life that hunger of body is better than a starved soul. "Ambition was the food she gave my young life; that she declared the one rope thrown by God's hand to the rescue of poor women. At last my soul took fire with hers; my heart awoke. "My struggles for opportunities tortured her. She sold her thimble once,--a pretty golden one, my father's gift--that I might have a book I needed. She did our household drud
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