Page 59 - Fairbrass

cried the Old Picotee— ‘ he ! While I___~

Oh, it is too much ! This is the result of
being unselfish ! This comes of giving up

one’s chance to others. Never again V
But the sentence remained unfinished,

for In his rage he shook himself so violently
that his petals fell off, and were blown to

all corners of the garden. And so he died
without the remotest chance of being
thought of any more.

But Fairbrass took the Young Picotce

into the house, and, having kissed it, laid
it tenderly between the pages of his Httle

book, and, closing the gilt clasp, went into
the room where the family were assembled.

As he entered he noticed that his father
was asleep in an arm chair, and his mother
was saying to his restless and chattering

brothers and sisters :

* Hush, dears ! Father must not be
disturbed. In trying to get money for us
all he has had a long and tiring day ; and I

want to be quiet, too, for I have to write
out the invitations to a little dinner-party

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