"Oh, isn't that simply beautiful? And it is signed 'Willie'--why, that

must be Mr. McNeil."

"I reckon he copied it out of some book," said Naida.

"Oh, I know he didn't. It possesses such a touch of originality. And

his eyes, Naida! They have that deep poetical glow!"

The light was finally extinguished; the silvery moonlight streamed

across the foot of the bed, and the regular breathing of the girls

evidenced slumber.




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