Our Father knew his spotless bird,
And called her home to Heaven.
LESSONS IN GERMAN.
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BY MISS M. J. B. BROWNE.
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CHAPTER I.
“Tut-tut-tut! don’t tell me ‘it means nothing,’ Sara,” said my uncle Waldron, as he assumed quite an air of resentment, and seized in his hand a cluster of cousin Sara’s beautiful ringlets, school-master fashion, as if about to “pull her hair” for some just discovered mischief.
“Why uncle!” expostulated Sara, looking up in his face, with a smile that would have melted an iceberg, so warm and sunny was it—much more did it melt the feigned frown on the brow of my bachelor uncle—“do let me assure you”—