“I knew Mary hadn’t got it!” said Flora.
“We will say no more about it just now, my child; and I will tell you a story. It will be a kind of fairy story, and I hope it will be pleasing to you.”
“O, I am so delighted, father!” said Flora, as she seated herself on a cricket at his feet.
“And, Mary, you may put away your book, now, for I think the story will interest you.”
The gardener’s daughter at once obeyed, and Mr. Lee commenced the story, which will be found in the next chapter.
Seekpeace and Poverty.
III.
“‘Once upon a time—’”