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"Say not good-night -- but, in some brighter clime, / Bid me good-morning! "
When I was a little girl I was called Meg. I do not mean to say that I have got a different name now that I am big, but my name is _used_ differently. I am now called Margaret, or sometimes Madge, but never Meg. Indeed I do not wish ever to be called Meg, for a reason you will quite understand when you have heard my story. But perhaps I am wrong to call it a "story" at all, so I had better say at the beginning that what I have to tell you is only a sort of remembrance of something that happened to me when I was very little -- of some one I loved more dearly, I think, than I can ever love any one again. And I fancy perhaps other little girls will like to hear it.