Then they led her to her chamber, and put on her richest robes, and a
crown of jewels on her head; and, radiant with happiness, all the
beauty of her girlhood seemed to come back to her face. Nay, a greater
beauty than that of girlhood; for, softened by heavenly patience, her
face was sweet as an angel's. From that time forth the duke strove, by
every look and deed, and tender word, to make amends for her hard
trials. And to all ages will her story be known, and in all poetry
will she be enshrined as the sweet image of wifely patience, the
incomparable Griselda.
LET IT ALONE.
BY MARY E. BAMFORD.
"Hold him tight, Sid!"
"I'm a-holding, Dave!"
The two-year colt, Rix, lay on the ground. Sid was holding tightly to
the lasso, while Dave was trying to put the points of a pair of small
nippers into Rix's right eye. Rix had objected very much, but Dave was
determined; he knew something was wrong with that eye.
"There!" said Dave at last, holding up the nippers. "See? Fox-tail,
just's I thought.
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