, pero als mas bills, dead loves and broken friends it  less bitter to Maggie - per ter - t itically troubles of mature life. `Aroubles to fret about by and by, is tion o us in our ced to oteously standing iny bare legs above our little socks,   moment till , as en years ago. Every one of ts  its trace and lives in us still, but sucraces  texture of our yout comes t  troubles of our cy of t merely   o  rousers, but imate penetration, a revived consciousness of  o anot  c of mere  knoo sulkiness; or o let ailed coat t `o tails already? Surely if  early bitterness, and trangely perspectiveless conception of life t gave tterness its intensity, we s poohe griefs of our children.

    `Miss Maggie, youre to come doe, said Kezia, entering t .

    `Dont, Kezia, said Maggie, angrily. `Go away!

    `But I tell you, youre to come doe: your moto Maggie and taking o raise he floor.

    `Get a  any dinner, said Maggie, resisting Kezias arm, `I s come.

    `O  stay: Ive got to  at dinner, said Kezia, going out again.

    `Maggie, you little silly, said tom, peeping into ten minutes after, `o come.  are you crying for, you little spooney?

    O it om  ter.

    But tom  altoget inclined to cry, and did not feel t Maggies grief spoiled  of ts; but  and put ing tone,

    `ont you come, t o pudding hings?

    `Ye-e-es, said Maggie, beginning to feel life a little more tolerable.

    `Very om, going a urned again at t youd better come, you kno - nuts, you know - a