Page 207 - The Little sister of Wilifred

" W e will never separate them,” cried

Mrs. Moran, getting up, and hovering

over the children like a sweet, maternal
dove in a crocheted shawl. “ I could

not bear now to give up little Peggy.”

“ A l l ’s well that ends well,1’ it is said,
and what ending could be better than

this ? Peggy almost cried for joy, and

Wilifred clapped her hands, shouting,

“ 5T is a better plan than mine. T never

thought of anything half as good.”
Then together the children told what ,

had taken place between them on the

day they had gathered the violets.
“ And to think, papa,” said Wilifred, at

length, “ that you never knew me when

i opened the door for you at the Bagleys’.

But ’t was lucky f could n’t cheat Mr.

Bolander, for if I had, I should have
been whirled off to boarding school.

Oh, how glad I was when, just at the