Don't go away yet," he cried to his mother, who was leaving the room.

"You--you are very fond of this cup, mother ?"--and Harry looked at him, wondering.

"If I broke it, it could never be mended, could it?
All the tinkers' rivets would not make it a whole cup again.

My dear old grandpapa's cup! I have been wrong.

Mr.Ward, I ask pardon.