THE SORROWS OF A HOUSE 

 MARTIN 



LITTLE Miss Gwenny was sitting alone in the 

 garden, taking her tea. Her comfortable little 

 garden chair was placed under the projecting 

 eaves on the shady side of the Parsonage ; the 

 undipped jessamine that climbed up the wall was 

 clustering round her, and a soft breeze was 

 stirring its long shoots, and gently lifting the 

 little girl's long hair with the same breath. She 

 looked the picture of comfort and enjoyment. 



On the table by her side were the tea-tray 

 and a well-worn copy of " Alice's Adventures in 

 Wonderland." She was not reading, however, 

 though now and then she turned over the pages 

 and looked at a picture. Except when she did 

 so, she kept her eyes half closed, and leaning 

 back in her chair gazed sleepily into the garden 



