ll wake me。 She sits down on the arm of the chair in which I am asleep； with her soft hand stroking my hair； and I hear her beloved； well…known voice say in my ear： “Get up； my darling。 It is time to go by…by。”
No envious gaze sees her now。 She is not afraid to shed upon me the whole of her tenderness and love。 I do not wake up； yet I kiss and kiss her hand。
“Get up； then； my angel。”
She passes her other arm round my neck； and her fingers tickle me as they move across it。 The room is quiet and in half…darkness； but the tickling has touched my nerves and I begin to awake。 Mamma is sitting near me—that I can tell—and touching me； I can hear her voice and feel her presence。 This at last rouses me to spring up； to throw my arms around her neck； to hide my head in her bosom； and to say with a sigh：
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“Ah； dear； darling Mamma； how much I love you！”
She smiles her sad； enchanting3 smile； takes my head between her two hands； kisses me on the forehead； and lifts me on to her lap。
“Do you love me so much； then？” she says。 Then； after a few moments’ silence； she continues： “And you must love me always； and never forget me。 If your Mamma should no longer be here； will you promise never to forget her—never； Nicolinka？” and she kisses me more fondly than ever。
“Oh； but you must not speak so； darling Mamma； my own darling Mamma！” I exclaim as I clasp her knees； and tears of joy and love fall from my eyes。
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