VICTOR HUGO.
The great French writer, Victor Hugo, used to telW-hw story about his childhood—his father, be it remembered, was ono of Napoleon’s Generals. When I was five or six years old (he said) I was crying. My father, who heard me, did not reprove me, but still he punished me. ‘Why, the poor, dear little girl!’ he said, in a cool, ironical manner. ‘ What is the matter with her ? Who has been making her cry ? You must not find fault with her. It is only right for little girls to cry. But how is this ? What have you been dressing her in boy’s clothes for ? Make her a pretty frock at once, and to-morrow she shall go out for a nice walk.’
Sure enough the nurse put a girl’s dress on me the next day, according to order, and took me for a walk. I was rhortified, as you may perhaps imagine. But I never cried again from that day until I had become a full-grown man.
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Golden Bay Argus, Volume VII, Issue 66, 5 September 1901, Page 3
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