The White Lily.

 

Pearl burst
into tears at
last—the first
tears she had
ever shed.

“Oh, Ruby,
it’s all of no
use,” she cried,
“Everything is
different to
what it was
yesterday. I’m
not happy any

 

more.”

Ruby put his arm around her and tried to comfort

her, but she drew herself pettishly away.

There was no comfort in Ruby’s arm any more, for
he was as unhappy as she was.
And the lily looked on pitifully out of the shade.
He would have liked to comfort Pearl, he would have
liked to help her ; but he did not know of any way
in which he could do so.