SWALLOW BROW 183 



was so lovely in the world. But it was 

 nearly time for breakfast, and mother 

 would be angry if she went downstairs 

 after her sisters and brothers had eaten 

 their porridge, so with her heart singing 

 like the gold-bill outside, she picked up 

 her brush and peered into the mirror. 



Her face stared back at her, with its 

 dark eyes and shyly smiling mouth. Then 

 a June rose seemed to hover in each cheek, 

 shedding their petals to give her beauty: 

 and her eyes shone. 



" Oh, you are pretty," she thought, 

 touching the glass with her hand. 



She was soon dressed, and ran down- 

 stairs, almost falling in her eagerness to 

 move, for the sunshine that came from 

 over the orchard was still spinning its thread 

 of happiness in her heart, as it was in the 

 heart of the lark who sang above the green 

 corn. 



All breakfast time she thought of the 



face looking back at her from behind the 

 L.S. N 



