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| With these words, he left the somewhat desolate little girl | [Frontispiece] |
| She nestled more snugly than ever into her grandfather's arms | [100] |
| Never was there anything quite so delightful as that ride | [207] |
| They did find wonderful mosses and * * * snow drops and even primroses | [349] |
My noble, lovely, little Peggy,
Let this my First Epistle beg ye,
At dawn of morn, and close of even,
To lift your heart and hands to Heaven.
In double duty say your prayer;
"Our Father" first, then "Notre Père."
And, dearest child, along the day,
In everything you do and say,
Obey and please my lord and lady,
So God shall love and angels aid ye.
If to these precepts you attend,
No second letter need I send,
And so I rest your constant friend.
Matthew Prior.