Seedtime and harvest : tales . very joy would depart withit. I will go to-morrow to Mr. Silverstone andbeg liim never again to torment our dear moth-er about the painting, said Jiilian, decidedly. But now let us think no more of our croak-ing guardian; let us rather enjoy the beautifulworld around us. Look what lovely wild-flow-ers, red and yellow foxgloves, and gracefulblue-bells! Wait a moment, and I will getyou a bunch. The truth is, I love flowers sodearly I think I must have been intended for agardener; do you not agree with me, sistermine ? Augusta laughed and nodded, while herbrother, l
Seedtime and harvest : tales . very joy would depart withit. I will go to-morrow to Mr. Silverstone andbeg liim never again to torment our dear moth-er about the painting, said Jiilian, decidedly. But now let us think no more of our croak-ing guardian; let us rather enjoy the beautifulworld around us. Look what lovely wild-flow-ers, red and yellow foxgloves, and gracefulblue-bells! Wait a moment, and I will getyou a bunch. The truth is, I love flowers sodearly I think I must have been intended for agardener; do you not agree with me, sistermine ? Augusta laughed and nodded, while herbrother, leaping over the stones by the way-side, went a short distance into the wood, with-out, however, placing himself beyond the reachof his sisters voice. She gathered the ripeblackberries, growing in abundance by theroadside, and paid no heed to the little partynow quite near the spot where she stood. Itconsisted of a man and woman dragging be-hind them a small basket-carriage containing achild of from two to three years old. -Lqg. &Ln_ -rJU THE PICTURE THE PICTURE. 9 Is it far to the city ? asked the man, with-out a word of greeting, or even lifting his handto his old leather cap. About two miles, replied Augusta, look-ing anxiously toward her brother, who, as soonas he perceived her fear of the strangers, cameleaping down the little declivity. Come, said he, placing himself at her side, it is time to go home. Augusta had gathered the blackberries with-out detaching them from their stems, and nowheld them like a little nosegay in her child in the basket-carriage at that mo-ment awoke, and eagerly stretched out its tinyhands towards the tempting berries. The younggirl unhesitatingly placed them in the childishgrasp, and, bending down, began to caress thelittle one. The mother looked on without any apparentsympathy, not even the evident delight of herbaby daughter sufficing to call a gleam of pleas-ure to her stern and forbidding the cord, which served
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