Bliss, and Other Stories

ot possibly have held a lump of a child on hers for any distance. Isabel, very superior, was perched beside the new handy-man on the driver's seat. Hold-alls, bags and boxes wer

ir coats with brass anchor buttons and little round caps with battleship ribbons. Hand in hand

flew from her lips; she leaned back against the buttoned leather cushions and shut her eyes, her lips trembling with laughter. Happil

ell? They could go on the dray with the storeban when he comes

ront lawn. How absurd they looked! Either they ought to be the other way up, or Lottie and Kezia ought to stand on their heads, too. And she longed to say: "St

e smiled. "Dod't you worry, Brs. Burnell. Loddie and Kezia can have tea

e best plan. We are very obliged to you, Mrs. Samuel Jo

ps: "Thank you, Mr

-" they advanced, "don't forget to tell Mr

gra

rry, Brs.

let go Lottie's hand and

s my granma go

dmother rummaging among the very curious oddments she had had put in her black silk reticule at the last moment, for something to give her daughter. The buggy

er! G

e a huge warm black silk

Be a brave child. You come

ed, making a face at Mrs. Samuel Josephs' placket, which was undone

and a blob of a nose gave great satisfaction to the S. J.'s, who sat on two benches before a long table covered w

ou've bee

yes have gon

er nose lo

ll red-an

ess. She felt it and sw

aid Mrs. Samuel Josephs, "and Ke

as she sat down; but she pretende

ble very politely, and smiling at her. "Which will you have

and cream, ple

ble with their teaspoons. Wasn't that a take in!

hought it

and water, could not help smiling. "You bustn

ate. Pooh! She didn't care! A tear rolled down her cheek, but she wasn't crying. She couldn't have cried in front of those awful Samuel Josephs. She s