LITTLE BUTTON-ROSE.
"If you please, I've come," said a small girl, as she walked into a large room where three ladies sat at work.
One of the ladies was very thin, one very stout, and the youngest very pretty. The eldest put on her glasses, the stout one dropped her sewing, and the pretty one exclaimed,—
"Why, it must be little Rosamond!"
"Yes, I've come; the man is taking my trunk up stairs, and I've got a letter for Cousin Penelope," said the child, with the sweet composure of one always sure of a welcome.
The stout lady held out her hand for the letter; but the little girl, after a keen look at the three faces, went to the old lady, who received her with a kiss, saying,
"That's right; but how did you know, dear?"
"Oh, Papa said Cousin Penny is old, Cousin Henny fat, and Cousin Cicely rather pretty; so I knew in one minute," replied Rosamond, in a tone of innocent satisfaction at her own cleverness, and quite unconscious of the effect of her speech.
Miss Penelope hastily retired behind the letter, Miss Henrietta frowned so heavily that the gold-
