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For the “Five Years Later” challenge at Dickensblog. This story is set five years after the end of Little Dorrit.
Her Father’s Daughter
Among the multitudes who seemed to be always coming and going at the Clennam house—friends, relatives, children, strays of all kinds—there was one little girl who appeared a smaller version of Amy Clennam. Scarcely more than a toddler, she had her mother’s clear, gentle eyes and quiet ways. She would play contentedly in a corner for hours, until she recognized her father’s step at the door; then, transformed, she would run shrieking with delight to be caught up in his arms and kissed.
I always knew he would make a wonderful father, thought her mother with a smile.
For the “Five Years Later” challenge at Dickensblog. This story is set five years after the end of Little Dorrit.
Her Father’s Daughter
Among the multitudes who seemed to be always coming and going at the Clennam house—friends, relatives, children, strays of all kinds—there was one little girl who appeared a smaller version of Amy Clennam. Scarcely more than a toddler, she had her mother’s clear, gentle eyes and quiet ways. She would play contentedly in a corner for hours, until she recognized her father’s step at the door; then, transformed, she would run shrieking with delight to be caught up in his arms and kissed.
I always knew he would make a wonderful father, thought her mother with a smile.
