Miss Nancy was very different from Miss Lomy. She had a thin, peaked face, a mouth always drawn down at the corners, and reminded you of a northeast drizzle as much as anything.
“I thought somebody had been talking to my little girl to make her so blue this morning, or else that she had lost her way,” said mamma.
“Lost what, mamma?”
“What was the hymn you learned last sabbath? Wait a minute,—let’s smooth out some of the scowls, and shake a little sunshine into these cloudy eyes. There! that’s better. Now we’ll listen.”
Maybee laughed, and climbing into mamma’s lap despite Aunt Cynthia’s warning “Ahem!” she began,—
“The world looks very beautiful
And full of joy to me:
The sun shines out in glory
On everything I see.