Miss Brown's misplaced faith in me was strong. Never shall I
forget the scream of joy which greeted the restored treasure, or
the relief with which I saw an expression of peace settle once more
on Miss Brown's face.

I saw them again next day. Little Miss Brown was asleep in her
last little bed, still wrapped in the "pitty warm snow," and 'luvly
miss' lay beside her.




Four Stories Told to Children




The Story of the Dreadful Griffin.



My Dear Children,--I am going to tell you a really breathless story
for your holiday treat. It will have to begin with the moral,
because everyone will be too much exhausted to read one at the end,
and as the moral is the only part that really matters, it is
important to come to it quite fresh.

We will, therefore, endeavour to learn from this story:-