`` I wish papa to have my pictures and my piece of poetry I made . Give baby my dolly and the quacking duck . Tell Billy , if he wants my collection of bright buttons , he can have 'em ; and give Hattie the yellow plaster dog , with my love . '' Here mamma came in with a poultice , and could n't help laughing , though tears stood in her eyes , as she saw Poppy 's cropped head and heard her last wishes . `` I do n't think I shall lose my little girl yet , so we wo n't talk of it . But Poppy must keep quiet , and let Nelly wait on her for a few days . '' `` Are fits bad , mamma ? and does it hurt much to die ? '' asked Poppy thoughtfully . `` If people are good while they live , it is not hard to die , dear , '' said mamma , with a kiss ; and Poppy hugged her , saying softly : `` Then I 'll be very good ; so I wo n't mind , if the jawlock does come . '' And Poppy was good , -- oh , dreadfully good ! for a week . Quite an angel was Poppy ; so meek and gentle , so generous and obedient , you really would n't have known her . She loved everybody , forgave her playmates all their sins against her , let Nelly take such of her precious treasures as she liked , and pensively hoped baby would remember her when she was gone . She hopped about with a crutch , and felt as if she was an object of public interest ; for all the old ladies sent to know how she was , the children looked at her with respectful awe as one set apart and doomed to fits , and Cy continually begged to know if her mouth was stiff . Poppy did n't die , though she got all ready for it ; and felt rather disappointed when the foot healed , the jaws remained as active as ever , and the fits did n't come . I think it did her good ; for she never forgot that week , and , though she was near dying several times after , she never was so fit to go as she was then . `` Burney 's making jelly : let 's go and get our scrapings , '' said Poppy to Nellie once , when mamma was away . But Burney was busy and cross , and cooks are not as patient as mothers ; so when the children appeared , each armed with a spoon , and demanded their usual feast , she would n't hear of it , and ordered them off . `` But we only want the scrapings of the pan , Burney : mamma always lets us have them , when we help her make jelly ; do n't she , Nelly ? ''
XXXXX Poppy , trying to explain the case .
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