THE

CINDERELLA FROGK.

 

CHAP FER I.

“ Where the pools are bright and deep,
Where the gray trout lies asleep,
Up the river and over the lea,

7 That’s the way for Billy and me.”

TuE old shady yard that surrounded acertain
little school-house far in the interior of Mas-
sachusetts, had been deserted for many a
long week. Nettles had sprung up in it, the
ground was absolutely tufted with green
grass, and far in one corner, close by a ven-
erable stone, worn smooth by frequent foot-
steps long before, two little violets had
peeped up to the sun, secure in the unbroken