"My father died last month, my dear mother a year ago; I am alone, and on my way to the capital." His lips quivered as he spoke.
The lady looked at him with the utmost sympathy, and in some embarrassment.

"Oh, poor, poor lad!" cried she.

"But come quickly; I have something to show you.

These are the beds of early strawberries; there are still a few.

Do, pray, take them.