190 Mays Preset.

‘Some day,’ kind Mrs. Grundler
said.

And May grew silent again, for
she was thinking of ways of earning
money; nor was it long before she
found them.

She got elevenpence pretty quickly;
but the last penny seemed slow to
come in her way; and just the day
before the birthday, when neighbour
Grundler had promised her a seat in
her cart, she got up in the morning
still this one penny short.

However, just at the last minute,
in came a big girl, whom she well
knew, crying out,

‘Tve only a minute to run in and
speak to you, but if you'll take these