"We shall have to change first," gasped Isabel, as they hurried along
the road. "I'm afraid we look rather messy!"
Peter said nothing; he was feeling too miserable.
It was a sad sight that met nurse's horrified eyes as she hurried
anxiously out through the gates in search of them, having hunted the
garden in vain; and it was a very shamefaced little pair that hastened
by the big motor at the front door and into the hall, where they found
mother and Auntie May waiting.
Isabel and Peter really did feel more sorry and ashamed than I can tell
you, and, grievous though it be, mother and Auntie May went to tea with
grandpapa, but Peter and Isabel went to bed!
[Sidenote: The story of a hard heart, a little child, and a kind
friend.]
The Grumpy Man
BY
MRS. HARTLEY PERKS
It was past nine on a winter's evening. Through the misty gloom a tenor
voice rang clear and resonant. The singer stood on the edge of the
pavement, guitar in hand, with upturned coat-collar, a wide-brimmed soft
hat sheltering his face.
"I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on the stem:
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow
When friendships decay,
And from love's shining circle
The gems drop away.
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