Darling little Lily! This is just how I found her one day after somebody had given her a picture book of Cinderella.

“What is my little woman thinking about that she looks so sad and solemn?” asked I.

“I so sorry for Umbrella,” answered Lily, quite sharp and pat, thinking she had hit upon the name finely; “but I not be sorry any more, for my mamma come, and mamma love me.”

I finished the story to her, when her pity changed into joy at “Umbrella’s” happy marriage with the young prince.