Something rose within my throat.
'Twas because my heart was true
To the North and spring-time new;
My mind's eye a nest could see
In yon old, forked apple-tree!"
(NOTE.—It is said that the robin does not sing during its winter stay in the South.)
LITTLE MISS MABEL
| ——— By Daisy Jones. ——— Little Miss Mabel, Brimming with play, Turned into Grandmamma All in a day. "Now, children, you see How I look," said she, "And Grandmamma Harris Looked just like me. They always do; it's the natural way. All children take after their Grandmas, they say." |