I had _so_," she said, as with her usual groan, she got her basket on her head, and walked sullenly away.
Tom turned, and walked sorrowfully back to the house.

In the court he met little Eva,--a crown of tuberoses on her head, and her eyes radiant with delight.
"O, Tom! here you are.

I'm glad I've found you.

Papa says you may get out the ponies, and take me in my little new carriage," she said, catching his hand.

"But what's the matter Tom ?--you look sober." "I feel bad, Miss Eva," said Tom, sorrowfully.