Dropped last shilling (unseen) in Miss'nary box.
(Alas! All mine went in trimming my frocks!)
SICK CHILD.
Oft, when I was ill, he watched by my side,
I ate all the fruit his wee garden supplied,—
FIRST BOY.
My time spent in play, in hard work he employed.
SECOND BOY.
Though he won no prize, my success he enjoyed.
GIRL.
All those gold dots stand for praises and prayer,—
My book is but ashes—and his is so fair!
SICK CHILD.