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　　One evening, sitting at the window sewing, my mother called me, “ Come here, ” she said．“　　1　　．” She held my head against her 　　2　　, and after a puzzled moment I felt a 　　3　　 foot drumming(敲鼓)on my cheek．“You see? ” she said, “It's alive．You can 　　4　　 it, can't you? ” I accepted it, as I accepted everything, without 　　5　　．It was as good as a place for the baby to be as any other and I never 　　6　　 why it got in nor how it would finally get out．

　　A baby would come? I 　　7　　 noticed．That there were soon to be 　　8　　 of us would not make any difference to me．I had my place, star－like in my small universe．　　9　　, certainly not a baby, could 　　10　　 my place．

　　I was 　　11　　, however．I soon found that things had 　　12　　 a great dea1．I had never been the 　　13　　．Now I was no longer the youngest．I was simply the one in the 　　14　　．My sister had certain 　　15　　 because she was the oldest, and my brother was the baby, the son, the much 　　16　　 boy．More than that, he had all sorts of things that never came to me．

　　As he grew, it became 　　17　　 that my brother had been the center of everything．People smiled when they saw him．He made them happy 　　18　　 by being there．And he had the sort of childish beauty that always turns heads and draws a second 　　19　　．He was so charming that he was immediately loveable．Later he also turned out to be 　　20　　, although perhaps not quite as clever as I was．

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