Jenny waited a moment. "Yes, but not here," said she, softly. "By-and-by, when I've gone up to be dead."
THE END.
A LOVING KISS.
A big jar of sweetmeats
Stood high on the shelf;
All eager to reach it,
Climbed up a sweet elf.
A thumb and a finger
Were daintily dipped,
When all of a sudden
A little foot slipped.
Then oh, what a tumble!
And oh, what a cry!
But you see a big brother
Was standing close by.
He saw in a moment
Just what was amiss—
A bruised little forehead
Was cured by a kiss.