Page 92 - The Little sister of Wilifred

She stretched her tired little body on
the ground where the bushes hid her

from the road, and, laying her hot cheek
against the fresh turf, listened to the

comfort the chirping little creatures
that lived there had to offer.

Presently the sound of wheels aroused
her, and then she heard the voice of

a little girl exclaim, :iO papa! what
lovely violets I \ want to set out and

gather some of them J 11
Well, you must make haste then,

Will,” answered a man's voice, and
Peggy, recognizing it as the voice of

Dr. Moran, shudderingly drew back
still farther behind the bushes. “ You

know how Barbarina hates to stand.”
“ O papa, you go on, and take me

up when you come back,” cried the
little girl. <! It takes ever so long to

pick violets-”