And no blessed mamma to kiss me good-night,
Cuddled down in the pillow, with no one to see,
Was a little girl crying you guess it was me?
—EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER.
A ROSE THAT WILL GROW FOREVER.
Roger Daland was sick. He was just sick enough to be cross.
His picture-books fell off the bed. His playthings hid under the bedclothes, and Roger cried. His mother read aloud to him, but he did not like the story. Then she told him a true story about the "Mission for the Sick."
"Kind ladies met in a hall," she said, "and took with them fruit, flowers, and good things for sick men, women, and dear little children."