and Mary asked him. But there were two big tears in her
—she did so want that dear
—and the kind old
saw them. "Well, yes," he said, "that's my lamb—but it's an extra one, that I haven't any room for. If I knew anybody who would be willing to take it and treat it well—" "Oh, Mr. Clover!" cried
, her eyes dancing, now, and her
