Sweet, sweet!
Ah, this is best
And this most meet,
Sweet, sweet! ah, sweet!



'Luvly Miss'



Nobody thought of consequences. There was a lighted paraffin lamp
on the table and nothing else handy. Mrs Brown's head presented a
tempting mark, and of course Mr Brown's lengthy stay at 'The Three
Fingers' had something to do with it; but nobody thought of Miss
Brown, aged four, who was playing happily on the floor, unruffled
by the storm to which she was so well accustomed.

Mrs Brown ducked; there was a smash, a scream, and poor little Miss
Brown was in a blaze. The shock sobered the father and silenced
the mother. Miss Brown was extinguished with the aid of a table-
cover, much water, and many neighbours; but she was horribly burnt
all over, except her face.

* * * * *

I made Miss Brown's acquaintance a few days later. She was lying
on a bed made up on two chairs, and was covered with cotton wool.
She had scarcely any pain, and could not move at all; and the small
face that peered out of what she called her "pitty warm snow" was