And leave where’er you pass love’s golden thread of light!’”
“That’s a pretty little story!” said Eddy, as his brother wound off the end of his skein. “You must teach me the tiny fairy’s song—
‘What is marred, make right.’
Just say it over again once or twice, Georgie.”
“What do you think of it?” said I to Mrs. Scissors.
“Oh, you know very well that it is not in my line,” she replied, in a snappish manner; “I sever what is united, and cut right and left! I would not stoop to the office of a needle!”
CHAPTER XIII.
GOLD BROUGHT TO THE PROOF.
THE story told by George, however gratifying to my feelings as a needle, did not prevent me from dwelling a good deal on the troubles of his parents, and wondering if any letter had arrived from Bristol. I seldom saw Mr. Ellerslie in the drawing-room, where I was kept, till he returned from business late in the afternoon. This day, when he entered the apartment with his wife, he looked gloomy and anxious as ever.