38 THE SILVER LAKE STORIES.

Pll tell the ¢ruth to grandma, and I hope she will
believe,

For I’m sure she’s never known me to wilfully
deceive ;

That as ail made the silver bright upon the
bench to-day,

There came up to the garden gate an aged man
and gray ;

He seemed so worn and tired, and so sadly he
did moan,

I thought he would have fainted there upon the
garden stone.

And when he saw me there, he gasped, ‘“‘ Make
haste, my little daughter,

And give a poor old fainting man a cup of clear
cold water.”

I seized the first thing in my way, and hurried to
the well,