Chapter 3 - (VERSO)

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home to us. He had sold most of his books before he went, but he gave a few of his favorite ones to Aunty to keep for me. His book wasn’t among them. I don’t suppose I shall ever find a copy; but I should be so delighted if I only could.”

When the Old Lady got home she took from her top bureau drawer an inlaid box of sandalwood. It held a little, slim, limp volume, wrapped in tissue paper – the Old Lady’s most treasured possession. On the fly-leaf was written, “To Margaret, with the author’s love.”

The Old Lady turned the yellowed leaves with trembling fingers and through eyes brimming with tears read the verses, although she had known them all by