A BRAVE LITTLE GIRL.
There is a story, in a beautiful book called The Queens of England, about a little girl who saved her father’s life. It happened a long time ago, when a woman named Mary was queen. Lord Preston, the father of the little girl, loved King James, who had been sent out of England, and wanted him to be king again. So there was a trial, and they said he must die. While the trial was going on the little Lady Catherine, only nine years old, was left in the queen’s room in Windsor Castle. The next day after the trial the queen found the little girl in a picture gallery, looking earnestly at the picture of King James which hung there. “Why do you look at my father’s picture so strangely?” asked the queen.
“I was thinking,” said the child, “how hard it is that my father must die for loving yours.”
The queen was so touched by the reply that she pardoned Lord Preston and gave him back to his loving little daughter, to the great joy of both.
ONE AFTERNOON.
Papa and mamma went out to row,
And left us three at home, you know—
Roderick, James, and me.
“My dears,” they said, “now play with your toys,