“Come, dear Ann, sit down and sew a lit-tle.”—“Yes, mam-ma, shall I hem my frock?”—“Yes, do.”

Ann was a good child, and al-ways did as she was bid, and when she had done her work her mam-ma told her to play with her brother. Ann had a lit-tle gar-den of her own, and she had made an ar-bour in it. When she went to play she found her bro-ther cry-ing, for he had fall-en down, and broken her ar-bour to pieces. But Ann said, “You must not cry, dear, ne-ver mind break-ing the ar-bour, we will soon build it up.” So she kiss-ed him, and they work-ed till tea time and made a bet-ter ar-bour than be-fore. And Ann felt much more hap-py than she would have been had she scold-ed and been cross with poor lit-tle George.

THE END.