But at last there came a fete day morning that was bright and sunny, and then the little girl clapped her hands and ran upstairs, and took her new frock (which had been her "new frock" for so long a time that it was now the oldest frock she had) from the box where it lay neatly folded between lavender and thyme, and held it up, and laughed to think how nice she would look in it.
But when she went to put it on, she found that she had out-grown it, and that it was too small for her every way.

So she had to wear a common old frock after all.
Things happen that way, you know, in this world.

There were a boy and girl once who loved each other very dearly.

But they were both poor, so they agreed to wait till he had made enough money for them to live comfortably upon, and then they would marry and be happy.

It took him a long while to make, because making money is very slow work, and he wanted, while he was about it, to make enough for them to be very happy upon indeed.