How I wish Philly had never gone to skate on that nasty pond!" and John burst into a passion of tears.
"Oh, don't, don't!" cried poor Elsie, for Johnnie's sobs were infectious, and she felt an ominous lump coming into her own throat, "don't behave so, Johnnie.

Think if papa came out, and found us crying! Clover particularly said that we must make the house bright for him.

I'm going to sow the mignonette seed [desperately]; come and help me.

The trowel is on the back porch, and you might get Dorry's jack-knife and cut some little sticks to mark the places." This expedient was successful.

Johnnie, who loved to "whittle" above all things, dried her tears, and ran for her shade hat; and by the time the tiny brown seeds were sprinkled into the brown earth of the borders, both the girls were themselves again.