promenading over her as she crouched in her mouldy corner intent on the view beyond.
"Very pretty! He lost several children in India and I suppose Rosy reminds him of them. Ah, poor man! I can sympathize with him, for I too have loved and lost," sighed Miss Henny, pensively surveying the group on the rustic seat.
They were playing cherry-bob; and the child's laughter made pleasant music in the usually quiet place, while the man's face lost its sad, stern look, and was both gay and tender, as he held the little creature close, and popped the ripe fruit into the red, laughing mouth.
As the last sweet morsel disappeared Rosy said, with a long breath of perfect content,—
"It's almost as good as having Papa to play with. I do hope the cousins will let me come again! If they don't, I think my heart will break, cause I get so homesick over there, and have so many trials, and no one but Cousin Penny ever cuddles me."
"Bless her heart! We'll send her some flowers for that. You tell her that Mrs. Dover is poorly, and would like very much to see her; and so would Mr. Thomas, who enjoys her little niece immensely. Can you remember that?"
"Every word! She is very nice to me, and I love her, and I guess she will be glad to come. She likes moss-roses, and so do I," added the unblushing little beggar, as Mr. Dover took out his knife and began to make the bouquet which was to be Miss Penny's bribe. He could not bear to give up his little play-