Merry Effie

[Mrs. Mary D. Brine.l Dear little Effie aat einging a song Under tho apple tree; I lookod f rom thewindowandthrew herakiss, And she tosaed ono back to me : And tho beea and the butterfliea hovered arouad, Whilo the aunshino froücked all over tha ground. "Why ie my gal so merry to-day, And why is her heart so lightï" My little one lifted her faca to me, Aad threw back her curia so bright: "Doa't know, Mamma, but I guesB," said aha, That sunbeams are creeping maído of ma."