HER DOUBTFUL COMPLIMENT.
"Oh, mother," sobbed the troubled little maid,
"Please tell me, will you, that it is not true;
It breaks my heart: that hateful Rose, she said—
Just think of it!—she said I looked like you!"
"Please tell me, will you, that it is not true;
It breaks my heart: that hateful Rose, she said—
Just think of it!—she said I looked like you!"