And the summer morning was blithe and bright.
"
It is quite too lovely in-doors to stay,"
Said Edith, "whether I work or play."
So slate and pencil and fairy-book
Were carried forth to a cozy nook,
Where the shadows glanced, and the sunbeams shone,
And the dear little girl could be alone.
There were hard examples that must be done,
For father to see ere the set of sun;
And there was the merriest tale to read,