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A GARLAND FOR GIRLS.
"The prayers of the righteous avail much," murmured Mr. Dover, turning to the other lady, who stood beside her sister looking down at the little figure now lying so restfully between them.
"How can we thank you?" she whispered, offering her hand, with the smile which had once made her pretty, and still touched the old face with something better than beauty.
Mr. Dover took the hand and answered, with an eloquent look at the child,—
"Let not the sun go down upon our wrath. Forgive me and be friends again, for her sake."
"I will!" And the plump hands gave the thin ones a hearty shake as the great feud ended forever over the bed of the little peacemaker whose childish play had turned to happy earnest.
