Maggie started, and looked up from the little bunch of wild flowers she was arranging to carry home to her mother.
Mr. Maynard and the young ladies laughed; and Charlie said,—
“What a gem! Who is your authoress?”
“She is Anon., I believe,” said George, sleepily. “She closes the couplet with,—
‘Because my heart in praise goes up
For such a full and heaped-up cup.’
Now I am in just such a frame of mind, and quite agree with her when she goes on to say,—
‘This world is all so beautiful,
We should be very gra-te-ful;
But then, you know, sometimes we’re not,