So that was the sad end of the little house in the garden.
Daisy's Jewel-Box, and How She Filled It
"Plenty of time for another. Let the little folks go to bed, now they've had their story, and please go on, auntie," cried Min, when all had listened with more interest than they would confess to the children's tale.
So the small people trotted off, much against their will, and this most obliging of aunts drew forth another manuscript, saying, as she glanced at several of her elder nieces, brave in the new trinkets Santa Claus had sent them:—
"This is a story with a moral to it, which the girls will understand; the boys can take naps while I read, for it won't interest them."
"If it shows up the girls we shall like it," answered Geoff, and composed himself to hear and enjoy
DAISY'S JEWEL-BOX, AND HOW SHE FILLED IT.
"It would be perfectly splendid, and just what I long for, but I don't see how I can go with nothing fit to wear," said Daisy, looking up from the letter in her hand, with a face full of girlish eagerness and anxiety.