Page 58 - Fairbrass

people loving each other as they do, and to
know how unselfish towards each other

their love makes them.' But here the voice
of the Young* Picotee grew faint 41 am
going* to die, Fairbrass. I knew that the

long day in the hot and dusty town would

kill me, I should have liked to live a little
longer, but if I have been useful to you I
am not sorry. Good-bye, dear, remember

me, ’

‘ Remember you, you dear, good, brave
Picotee ! ’ said Fairbrass, with tears in his
eyes. * Indeed I will remember you as

long as I live ; for, if you will let me, I
will dry you between the pages of my little

book.'
And then the Picotee passed peacefully

and happily away, for it knew that, being
dried in a book, it would be remembered

for many long years to come, and that—
for in all truth they are a vain and some­

what foolish lot—is the chief ambition of
the Picotee family*

* Dried in the pages of a book ! He !'