There I am again! Well, if you went to-day it would be over and done with by to-morrow, and it's still all to come.

That's one way of taking it." "Oh, it's all very well to moralize!" grumped Lorna, who was feeling thoroughly cross.

"It's easy enough to count up other people's blessings.

I'm a blighted blossom!" "Poor little thing! She lived all the winter And died in the spring," quoted Peachy with an extra wide grin.

"Cheer up! Don't you realize it's only ten days to half-term?
Oh, do, for goodness' sake, look less like a statue of melancholy! Do you know, child, that you're getting permanent wrinkles along that forehead of yours, and it makes you more like fifty than fifteen.