Page 153 - The Little sister of Wilifred

ment, and, creeping into the mother
arms that were held out to her, began

to cry. It was such a wonderful thing
to be pitied and petted, instead of

scolded. It was so nice to have any
one seem to care 1 bat she was tired,

and speak soft and loving words to her.
To be sure they were meant for Wili-

fred, but sore little Peggy listened, and

let herself be comfortcd by them.
By arid by, she stopped sobbing alto­
gether, and lay with a soft, contented

smile, listening to Mrs. Moran, who was

trying to amuse her. She did not un­
derstand what was said. She had never

heard before of Uncle Jack, who it seems
had written her a letter ; or of Cousin

Morgan, who was in England ; or Janey
Wells, who was learning to play tennis ;

but she liked the cooing, tender voice,
and for the time felt very happy.