Chapter 1. Her Earlier Memories
_ Chapter I. Her Earlier Memories
If old Jeremy Clapp had not sneezed his teeth into the fire that winter day this story might have had a more seemly beginning； but, being a true record, it must start with that sneeze, because it was the first happening in Georgina Huntingdon‘s life which she could remember distinctly.
She was in her high-chair by a window overlooking a gray sea, and with a bib under her chin, was being fed dripping spoonfuls of bread and milk from the silver porringer which rested on the sill. The bowl was almost on a level with her little blue shoes which she kept kicking up and down on the step of her high-chair, wherefore the restraining hand which seized her ankles at intervals. It was Mrs. Triplett‘s firm hand which clutched her, and Mrs. Triplett‘s firm hand which fed her, so there was not the usual dilly-dallying over Georgina‘s breakfast as when her mother held the spoon. She always made a game of it, chanting nursery

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