Little Button Rose

One of the ladies was very thin, one very stout, and the youngest very pretty. The eldest put on her glasses, the stout one dropped her sewing, and the pretty one exclaimed,--

“Well, I declare! Tab won’t do that even for me,” said Miss Henny, one day, when she came upon the child sitting alone in the hall with a picture-book and the cat comfortably as...

“Could I lie on your sofa, please, Cis? My head aches, and my legs are _so_ tired,” said little Button, when her tap had been answered by a sharp “What do you want, child?”