May stir a smile upon thy lips in sleep.
[THREE GIRL-CHUMS, AND THEIR LIFE IN LONDON ROOMS.]
By FLORENCE SOPHIE DAVSON.
CHAPTER V.
THE MARCH WIND BLOWS.
“Well, Jane, tell us something interesting,” said Ada, as the trio sat toasting their toes before the fire on a gusty evening in March.
Jane yawned, and the wind whistled eerily round the house.
“I can’t think of anything,” she said, after a minute or two. “My head feels as if it were stuffed with cotton wool. I wish this wind would go down.”