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Children’s Little Story-book. 7
“T have had them done up and rebound for you,
Mary.”
“That was a pity. I should have known them
better if they had remained as they were.”
This, the gorgeous books thought very stupidly
spoken ; but the heart of the little story-book beat
for very joy; tic, tac, tic, tac, and it would so have
liked to call out: “ Here I am, as jolly as ever!” but
it dared not speak, so nobody observed it.
The time that now arrived was one of incessant
pleasures and great happiness for the young wife, so
she quite forgot the old bookcase and its contents.
But this happy time did not last very long, for soon
the young husband began to go alone to public
places of amusement, and Mary felt very lonely in the
big house. Then she would sometimes go to the old
bookcase, and take down a book to read, and in so
doing she would sigh so despondently that it cut the
little story-book to the very heart. Late one night
she came with a lamp to look at the titles, but none
seemed to please her. At last she took down the old
novel, the neighbour of the story-book, when the light
fell upon the torn old cover that was hanging down
behind the shelf, and she said: “Which one can that
be, that has fallen down behind?” With her slender
fingers she gently liberated the little story-book, and
brought it forth to the table. There she opened it,
and her eyes were beaming with joy. “Oh, it is you,
little darling, friend of my childhood,” she whispered,
and kissed the crumbled leaves of the book, and the
balmy kisses restored memory to the little story-
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