wn now?

    `Yes, noening  brooc you must c little butterfly looks silly on you.

    `But  t mar t of my consistent sing  again and unfastened temptible butterfly. `I ing last nig frock. Ive been saving my money to pay for some lessons: I s a better situation  more accompliss.

    Maggie gave a little sigh.

    `No put on t sad look again, said Lucy, pinning t. `Youre forgetting t youve left t dreary sctle girls cloto mend.

    `Yes, said Maggie. `It is o t e bear I sa t   so stupid  of turning back narro  if t s a bad  of being unhappy.

    `But I s you under a discipline of pleasure t  bad , said Lucy, sticking tterfly absently in  Maggies affectionately.

    `You dear tiny ts of loving admiration, `you enjoy ot any of your own. I wish I were like you.

    `Ive never been tried in t ried, Maggie; and Im sure you feel for ote as much as I do.

    `No, Lucy, said Maggie, s enjoy tented. I do feel for trouble - I dont to make any one un, I often e myself, because I get angry sometimes at t of   older - more selfis seems very dreadful.

    `Noone of remonstrance, `I dont believe a . It is all a gloomy fancy - just because you are depressed by a dull, wearisome life.

    `ell, per is, said Maggie, resolutely clearing a smile, and t comes from t - ery rice-pudding spiced  us  ards and this charming Geoffrey Crayon.

    Maggie took up tcable.

    `Do I look fit to be seen tle brooco survey t in the chimney glass.

    `O no, Mr Guest o go o