I'll get them out for you, after dinner.

You will all be interested in them, especially in a journal they kept for me one summer when I was at the seashore.

One kept a record of all that happened in the Valley during my absence, and the other illustrated it." "Dinner is ready now," said Lloyd, jumping up as the maid opened the dining-room door.

As they all rose to go in, Mrs.Sherman lingered a moment in the hall, to take the paper from Betty's hand.
"Will you give me this little poem, dear ?" she asked, slipping an arm around the child's waist.

"I am very proud of my little god-daughter.
The world will hear from you some day, if you keep on singing.