THE SIXPENNY CALICO.
ne day a new scholar appeared in school, and as usual was the mark of public gaze. She was gentle and modest-looking, and never ventured to lift her eyes from her books. At recess, to the inquiries, "Who is she?" "What's her name?" nobody could satisfactorily answer. None of us ever saw or heard of her before.
"I know she's not much," said one of the girls.
"Poorly off," said I.
"Do you see her dress? Why, I believe it is nothing but a sixpenny calico."
"Poor thing, she must be cold."
"I can't imagine how a person can wear calico in winter," said another, whose rich plaid was the admiration of the school.