Obiter . i isig {. € OOD Master Reader : We offer you our book with alldue modesty. Tis a small thing, good sooth, yet it isour own ; a book of no great value, but our hands and1 rains have wrought it. Read it or fling it from you ; takeit or leave it—what you will. As for us, tis our own, andwe love it. V\e go where the sparkling brooks chatter and sing in themusic, gayety and reveling of j-outh ; wherefairies dance in the golden sunshine. Herefind our daffodils,—youths sunnsaffodils, to which we would lead\ou. For us is the hey-day oflife, for us laughter and .songand dance and sound of pi-p
Obiter . i isig {. € OOD Master Reader : We offer you our book with alldue modesty. Tis a small thing, good sooth, yet it isour own ; a book of no great value, but our hands and1 rains have wrought it. Read it or fling it from you ; takeit or leave it—what you will. As for us, tis our own, andwe love it. V\e go where the sparkling brooks chatter and sing in themusic, gayety and reveling of j-outh ; wherefairies dance in the golden sunshine. Herefind our daffodils,—youths sunnsaffodils, to which we would lead\ou. For us is the hey-day oflife, for us laughter and .songand dance and sound of pi-ping. You will come withus ? Gentle reader,give us your hand. Andif it please you, we wouldshow Nou that springtime meadow, overflow-ing with frilly, jolly daff-odils ! Come with us andbe a child again. Hereis the wav.
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