"Give me to drink the dew of the meadow," moaned the Daisy.
"I die for the woodland shadows," murmured the Violet.
"And I for the sound of cool waters," wept the Lily.
[Begun in Harper's Young People No. 94, August 16.]
PENELOPE.
BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE.
Chapter III.
"Why, aunt," exclaimed Penelope, "what do you mean? Surely you can't have seen this screen of Lion's?"
"But I have, dearest," Miss Harleford said, dreamily. "I have seen this long ago—before you were born. Oh, Penny dear, it all comes back to me. This screen, I am sure, is one your own papa gave to Nora Phillips, an American girl who visited us at Baynham. Oh yes, love, I am sure of it, for we had such a discussion about it; and don't you suppose I would know my dear brother's painting? I was looking over his shoulder half the time he was putting in those letters—'Penelope.' Dear, you were named Penelope, I believe, for her sake. Your mother was very fond of the name, and when it was suggested, your father remembered pretty Nora. Well! well!"