. Stories for the household . , would have been expecting too much; but the old maid in thegarret, perhaps it might be useful to her ; and now the Bottle-neck wastaken up to her, and was provided with a cork. The part that had beenuppermost was now turned downwards, as often happens when changes The Bottle-Neck. 475 take place; fresh water was poured into it, and it was fastened to thecage of the little bird, which sang and twittered right merrily. Tes, its very well for you to sing, said the Bottle-neck. And it was considered remarkahle for having been in the balloon—forthat was all they knew
. Stories for the household . , would have been expecting too much; but the old maid in thegarret, perhaps it might be useful to her ; and now the Bottle-neck wastaken up to her, and was provided with a cork. The part that had beenuppermost was now turned downwards, as often happens when changes The Bottle-Neck. 475 take place; fresh water was poured into it, and it was fastened to thecage of the little bird, which sang and twittered right merrily. Tes, its very well for you to sing, said the Bottle-neck. And it was considered remarkahle for having been in the balloon—forthat was all they knew of its history. Now it hung there as a bird-glass,and heard the murmuring and noise of the people in the street below,and also the words of the old maid in the room within. An old friendhad just come to visit her, and they talked—not of the Bottle-neck, butabout the myrtle in the window. No, you certainly must not spend a dollar for your daughters bridalwreath, said the old maid. You shall have a beautiful little nosegay. THE MYETLE TEEE. from me, full of blossoms. Do you see how splendidly that tree hascome on ? yes, that has been raised from a spray of the myrtle you gaveme on the day after my betrothal, and from which I was to have mademy own wreath when the year was past; but that day never came ! Theeyes closed that were to have been my joy and delight through life. Inthe depths of the sea he sleeps sweetly, my dear one! The myrtle hasbecome an old tree, and I become a yet older woman ; and when it fadedat last, I took the last green shoot, and planted it in the ground, and ithas become a great tree ; and now at length the myrtle will serve at thewedding—as a wreath for your daughter. There were tears in the eyes of the old maid. She spoke of thebeloved of her youth, of their betrothal in the wood; many thoughtscame to her, but the thought never came, that quite close to her, beforethe very window, was a remembrance of those times—the neck of thebottle which had s
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