And the rosy dawn smiles a “Good morrow!”
So this is my song,
As I travel along—
Come neighbours and join in my chorus?
Be sure by-and-bye
We shall reign in the sky,
When the glory gates open before us!
You might go far before you found a brighter atmosphere than that which filled the house of Piggy Morris, and all owing to the presence of that concentrated piece of sunshine, Lucy Blyth. After tea Dick came in, and received such a warmth of greeting from her that he almost lost his balance, and blushed like a peony, as hobbledehoys will under such circumstances.
“Why, Mrs. Morris,” said Lucy, “here’s that troublesome fellow here again. He was here last night, and on Monday night, and on Sunday, too. Look here, young man; what do you come here so often for?”