"Don't turn into an angel and fly away just yet, but come home, or
granny will never lend you to us any more."
With that, Billy jumped her down, and away they ran, to ride gayly
back through the twilight, singing like a flock of nightingales.
As she went to bed that night, Marjorie looked at the red bank, the
pretty picture, and the daisy crown, saying to herself,--
"It has been a VERY nice birthday, and I am something like the girl
in the story, after all, for the old man gave me a good-luck penny,
the kind lady told me how to keep happy, and Billy came for me like
the prince. The girl didn't go back to the poor house again, but I'm
glad _I_ did, for MY granny isn't a cross one, and my little home is
the dearest in the world."
Then she tied her night-cap, said her prayers, and fell asleep; but
the moon, looking in to kiss the blooming face upon the pillow, knew
that three good spirits had come to help little Marjorie from that
day forth, and their names were Industry, Cheerfulness, and Love.
ROSES AND FORGET-ME-NOTS
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ROSES
It was a cold November storm, and everything looked forlorn.
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