The old lady said, "Yes, my child, it is you; what would your
grandfather say?"

Floribel laughed, and looked at Zach, but thought she would not remind
her grandmother that he was her grandfather. In the two years the old
lady had taken care of the baby and dog, she had almost forgotten they
were ever any thing else; and although she could never have her wish,
to be young again herself, she almost seemed to become so, living with
these two children, who were as happy as kittens together.

A grand festival was held in the village to welcome Floribel's return,
and the neighbors said, "We shall all miss little Frolic, but we are
right glad to have our happy, singing Floribel among us again; and we
hope she will never have any more wishes granted."

"O, dear," exclaimed Floribel, "I do not know about that. But one
thing I am sure of; I shall never wish to be a little brown dog
again."



THE LADY INTELLETTA.


Little children in the wide world, I have no one here to whom I can
speak; so I must write to you, for it will be some consolation to
think that you may read my letters, and feel sorry to think that a
little child, like yourselves, can be living as I am.

I am writing with an opal pen, at a mother-of-pearl table; and you may