'Oh but such fun!' murmured the babies, with their eyes shut.
'God bless you, precious babies.'
'God bless you, pwecious mummy,'—and then a voice out of the darkness added very slowly and drowsily 'Sleep—well—mummykins—and dweam—about—one—pwetty—angel—'
THE END
Elizabeth and her German Garden
BY
The Author of “The Solitary Summer”
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