Every morning during the summer a bunch of morning-glories, wet with dew, adorned the breakfast table. Blue and pink and white, they seemed the very spirit of morning freshness and sweetness.,
“Let him play to-day, mother,” she pleaded, when the two stepped into the hall; “he can be a boy only once.”,
“Your nose is out of joint, Edith! I’ve got a new sister.” But his eyes belied his blunt words..
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