A single cloud on a sunny day,When all the rest of heaven is clear,A frown upon the atmosphere,That hath no business to appear,When skies are blue and earth is gay.BYRON.
"Come, dear grandpa! the old mare and the wagon are at the gate all ready."
"Well, dear! responded a cheerful hearty voice, "they must wait a bit; I haven't got my hat yet."
"O, I'll get that."
And the little speaker, a girl of some ten or eleven years old,... more...