Let us take it, bracket and all, and carry it home carefully." "That was the very first shell-work I made after we came from Nassau," rejoined Flora.

"I used to put fresh flowers on it every morning, to please Rosa.

Poor Rosa! Where _can_ she be ?" She turned away her head, and was silent for a moment.

Then, pointing to the window, she said: "There's that dead pine-tree I told you I used to call Old Man of the Woods.

He is swinging long pennants of moss on his arms, just as he did when I was afraid to look at him in the moonlight." She was soon busy with a heap of papers swept into a corner of the room she used to occupy.