"Because you are so sweet and good, we can't help loving you,—that's why," he said, as if this simple fact was reason enough.
"I'm going to be the best girl that ever was, and love everybody in the world," cried the child, stretching out her arms as if ready, in the fulness of her happy heart, to embrace all creation.
"Don't turn into an angel and fly away just yet, but come home, or granny will never lend you to us any more."
With that, Billy jumped her down, and away they ran, to ride gayly back through the twilight, singing like a flock of nightingales.
As she went to bed that night, Marjorie looked at the red bank, the pretty picture, and the daisy crown, saying to herself,—
"It has been a very nice birthday, and I am something like the girl in the story, after all, for the old man gave me a good-luck penny, the kind lady told me how to keep happy, and Billy came for me like the prince. The girl didn't go back to the poor house again, but I'm glad I did, for my granny isn't a cross one, and my little home is the dearest in the world."
Then she tied her night-cap, said her prayers,
