“And I forgot it!” exclaimed Minnie, as she burst into a flood of tears. “The first one she ever passed away from home!”
“And the last, I trust,” said Kate, tenderly. “Poor, dear Rose! I wonder where she is now!”
“Enjoying herself very much, I suppose,” said Lisa, crushing a lump of sugar into her bowl of eggs, “and wishing we were all with her. She would be surprised at the idea of your crying about her, I dare say.”
Minnie made a step forward, and threw down a cup that was too delicate for such rough usage.
“There!” said her sister, “you have your day’s work before you. I never saw such a careless girl.”
“Never mind,” said Minnie, collecting the fragments, and smiling through her tears, “this will do to place among
The broken teacups,
Wisely kept for show,
that you keep on the shelf there. I’ll cement it for you.”
“Thank you! I wish you could mend some of your bad habits as easily as you promise to patch broken china. It would keep you busy for life.”