her. "Pu' them aff—pu' them aff! the pawky flowers. I dinna loike to see ye sae, my child! Oh! pu' them aff—pu' them aff, I say."
"No, no!" said little Alice, decidedly; "I loike them—they are pretty. Why dinna ye loike them?"
"Oh!" sighed the poor woman, "ye luke sae loike yer puir mither, it breaks my heart; oh! do go an' tak' them aff." And she turned sadly away.
"Luke loike my mither! and why not? why would'nt I luke loike her? Tell me," she said, persistently following her grandmother with glances of mingled curiosity and anger. "Why do you talk that way for? Ye call my mither yer dear Alice—yer ain dear child; I thought ye luved my mither—I thought you wanted me to be loike her."
"An' so she wa'—an' sae I did—an' sae I do," cried the grandmother, catching the child in her arms in a passionate embrace. "But ye kin na' onderstan', Allie darling! ye are too young; but ye do ken this—ye ken yer mither is deed, an' when ye kim in, lukin' sae loike her, ye took me too sudden,
