The White Lily. a

And then she stood up.

The little mouse was upon her neck, and she held
the dead lily to. her heart, and walked down with it
towards the stream. .

Ruby walked at her side, and together they stood
beside the rippling water and laid the lily upon the
bosom of the stream. The stream carried it away
upon its eddies, and Pearl bent down her head and
kissed the little mouse upon her bosom.

“Tf it hadn’t been for you,” she said, “even the
good lily could not have made me well again. I used
to think you a silly little thing, only good for fun
and frolic, and I was very angry when you ran away
from me ; but you are a good little friend, and now I
shall always love you.”

* * _* * ' *

Many bright days passed away.

Winter days, when the soft snow lay on the herbs and
trees, and buried flowers that were warm beneath the
earth’s breast, when the sunbeams made diamonds all
over the fairy, forest world, and the wood and the world