She Bat on the sliding cushion, The dear wee woman of four; Har feet in their Bhiny .■'.. ppers Huns danpling over the floor. She nu-ict to be good, Blie had promised. And 80 with her big browil oyes She stared at the moetirs house windowi And counted the chiwliug fliés. She lifckod far np ;t the preacher, Dut she thought of the hom y bees Droning away i;i tho hlossoms ïhat whitened the -herry treea. She thocght of the btoh -1 basket - Where, curl.d in u dtisky heáp, Three slcek, rouaJ puppies with fringy ears Lay enugglod and tast asleep. Snch soft, warm bodios to euddle, Buclquéer little hcarts to beat, Such swift, round tonsues to kiss, . SiK'h aprawling, eushiouy feot! 8he conld fc 1 ín her claspïng iingers The touch of tho Biitlny skin And a cold, wet nose explorlng The diinpl'-'a under lier chin. Then a svidden ripple of l:iughter Ban over the parted lip-', So quick that she eould not catoh it With lur rosy UnRer tips. The people whispered, -'Blosa the chlld! Aa each one waked from a nap, But the dear wee woman hid her face For shame in her mother's lap.