Our days of youth will soon be o’er,
In Harrow’s school we’ll meet no more;
You’ll write no more to Mrs. B.,
Oh then, dear Johnny, write to me!
“And now,” said Nelly, as she folded up the precious paper, after having duly received Comfort’s congratulations and praise,—“and now I’m going straight to tell mother about Sidney Harrow.”
[CHAPTER VI.]
GETTING LOST.
The next day, when Nelly went to school with her verse-paper in her hand, all ready for presentation, she found the children talking together in little groups, in tones of great surprise and delighted satisfaction.
Melinda, now grown kind and loving to Nelly, as a consequence of that little girl’s own patience and affectionate effort, came forward at once to tell the news.
“Only think!” she said; “Mrs. Harrow’s son, Sidney, has come home, and oh, Miss Milly and Miss Elinor are so glad!”