Apples, Ripe and Rosy, Sir by Mary Catherine Crowley
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about the May piece. If my verses would be of any use at this late
hour, you are welcome to them. I should like to do all I can to help now, to make up for lost time." "ELLEN." Marion gladly accepted the overtures of peace. The May drama was duly finished, the rehearsals went on smoothly, and on the last day of the Month of Mary the performance took place. It had been rumored in the school that Abby was not to be Queen, and there was much speculation as to which of the little girls had been selected instead. As the drama progressed, and the plan was unfolded, the audience was taken completely by surprise. Everyone had been eager to see the May-Queen; but there was a general murmur of appreciation when, at the close, the curtain rose upon a beautiful tableau; a shrine glittering with many lights, in the midst of which was enthroned a lovely image of Our Lady, at whose feet the children laid their crowns of flowers--a crown to honor each transcendent virtue,--and paid their homage to their beautiful Queen of May. A few days later Father Dominic called at the Claytons. "Well, children," he asked, incidentally, "have you done anything to please the Blessed Virgin during the past month?" Abby and Larry were silent, but their mother kindly answered: "I think they have tried, Father Dominic. And as for your lovely |
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