A GREAT DISCOVERY.

NE day, I’m not quite sure how long ago, but that doesn’t matter very
much, the postman in a very big city gave a very bio’ rattat” ata
street-door, and dropping a letter in the letter-box, walked off as if he

were used toit. The letter
was so very important that I
think the postman might
have looked a little more
important than he did, but,
as he didn’t know anything
about what was inside of
it, we must forgive him
this once.

Well, the letter was
addressed to little Miss
Sybil, and was from Cousin
Fanny, who lived in a coun-
try-house by the seaside,
and the important thing
about it was that it asked
Sybil to go and stay in
the country-house for one
whole month.

 

Now Cousin Fanny was
a grown-up cousin, and was
married and had little chil-
dren just about the same
age as Sybil, and a month in her house meant a month of romps, picking
apples in the orchard, swinging in the swing, playing with Toby on the
sands, and with the kittens in the play-room, and battledoor and shuttlecock,
hide-and-seek, blind-man’s-buff, and a hundred of other delightful games
such as children love.

Sybil was so delighted with her letter, and at her Mother telling her she
might go, that she hardly knew what to do with her little self till the day of
her departure arrived. She spent most of her time in packing, and when at

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last the morning came, she got up hours before anybody else, and having