destroy a realm of joy, so can a spirit of discontent destroy a life of
useful happiness.
Yours very lovingly,
'Twaddles, the Queen of the Dolls.'
"'Oh, Arthur!' exclaimed Maud, 'hurry and don't think of it any more.'
"And the two children gathered up as much of the pennyroyal as each could possibly carry and hurried across the long foot-bridge into the village.
"Men, women and children ran to greet them with tears of joy in their eyes. With strong arms they bore them and their pennyroyal into the Inn, where the stern, scolding, old inn-keeper stood ready to whip them, but the sight of the pennyroyal caused him to relent.
"On the afternoon of the following day, Arthur and his little sister were seated all alone on the bank of the Shenandoah, looking far across upon the steep path that led straight up the face of the mountain. Their little elbows were planted firmly upon their knees, their chins sunk deeply into the palms of their wide-open hands. For a long time they sat motionless, thinking no doubt of their wonderful journey. Little Arthur finally broke the silence.
"'Maud!' he exclaimed, in a tone deeply touched with emotion.
"'What is it, Arthur?' she replied, with a sob.