StNicholas [serial] . piration forher lovely picture in a few lines from the closingparagraph of an early chapter. After the loss oftheir fortune the Vicar remonstrates with hisdaughters when they appear ready for church ar-rayed in their former splendor, and the tale thencontinues: The next day I had the satisfaction offinding my daughters, at their own request, em-ployed in cutting up their trains into Sundaywaistcoats for Dick and Bill, the two little ones. In Miss Dicksees painting, we see the simple,homelike room; the people of the printed pagehave become flesh and blood: the sweet placid
StNicholas [serial] . piration forher lovely picture in a few lines from the closingparagraph of an early chapter. After the loss oftheir fortune the Vicar remonstrates with hisdaughters when they appear ready for church ar-rayed in their former splendor, and the tale thencontinues: The next day I had the satisfaction offinding my daughters, at their own request, em-ployed in cutting up their trains into Sundaywaistcoats for Dick and Bill, the two little ones. In Miss Dicksees painting, we see the simple,homelike room; the people of the printed pagehave become flesh and blood: the sweet placidityof the two girls shows the satisfaction they arefinding in their sacrifice ; we see the pride of littleBill in the gorgeous new waistcoat, and the ador-ing look with which the older Dick regards hisbeautiful big sister while awaiting his turn. Itis all in Goldsmiths story, between the linesas we say, from which we may see that the partof a story that is nt written may become quite asinteresting as the part that 1067 FAREWELL SUMMER (The Wild Aster) BY CECIL CAVENDISH In the meadows near the mill,By the wayside, on the hill;In the fields that wander downTo the edges of the town,And beside the farm-house door,Farewell summer blooms once more. Little asters blue and white,Many as the stars at night;Summers flowers have blown away;Now you come to make us gayWhen the fields are growing brown,And the leaves come fluttering down. How I love to gather you, Purple flowers and white and blue, On the cloudy afternoons When the wind makes pleasant tunes In the orchard grasses dry, Where the ripened apples lie. Dear to me are days of spring,And the summer makes me sing;Winter has its times of cheer,But the best days of the yearCome when, close beside our door,Farewell summer blooms once more. A DRAMATIC FLAGGING ?THE YOUNG RAILROADERS SERIES. TALES OK ADVENTURE AND INGENUITY BY F. LOVELL COOMBS Early in the fall Jack Orr, on his own and AlexWards request, was transferred to Exeter a
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