162 Zom seven Vears Old.

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lady was stil sitting there, and she put down
her knitting at once to listen to all they had
to tell her—about the bird imprisoned in the
net, and the gardener, and the proud pea-
cocks and shabby peahen. ‘Then it was time
for Archie and Tom to go. They were both
very sorry, and said they would like to stay
always, instead of going home in the dogcart.

“Good-bye, grandpapa; good-bye, grand-
mamma!” cried Archie.

“Good-bye, good-bye!” said Tom. “ Bend

down, please; I want to whisper something.

 

You're the very nicest old gentleman I’ve
ever seen, and she's the very nicest old lady !”