Then out came the whole story, even to the tears, and they had a merry time over it.
“And to think that I was the cause of it,” laughed Mrs. Dallas. “But I am glad my little girl was brave enough to turn defeat into victory.”
“I don’t think it was really I, mamma,” said Sidney, slowly and thoughtfully. “It was the Dandy Fifth.”
TO MAY
Though many suns have risen and set
Since thou, blithe May, wert born,
And bards, who hail’d thee, may forget
Thy gifts, thy beauty scorn;
There are who to a birthday strain