Little Pollie / Or a Bunch of Violets

ays, Pollie?" asked Sally Grimes one Thursda

he termed it, was elated with success. Even Pollie had only a small bunch left. Truth to tell, she always liked

unfastened, so that for the moment she did not r

Saturdays, eh? I allers

as to make it nice and tidy. Then I learn my hymns and texts for the Sunday-school, and the

where yer goes on Sundays? I see yer somet

ollie suddenly asked, looking up at he

ully with a corner of her apron, u

at school?" she asked

iet little Pollie burst

subsided. "The teachers are far too kind for t

't special, but I've got such a hat! I bought it in Clare

s to the effect such a hat would have on the teachers and pupil

but their thoughts must have been on th

u do at Sun

s and hymns. Shall I say the one I

ly. "Suppose we go and sit on Waterloo Bridge

extravagance on her behalf, so the two children pai

ey seated themselves in one of the recesses, and for a time were amused b

fun, and putting her arm around her little friend's neck, they cuddled up lovingly together-the g

e eventide; The darkness deep

agerness, and when it was finished they both remained silent. Evidently those beautifu

ured at last in hushed tones. "

e and sat down in the recess opposite them. They had both noticed her pass and repass several ti

ans, alternately clasping her hands tightly together, as though in pain, then hiding her pale but lovely fac

whispered Polli

in a silk gown and rings on her fingers,"

then?" aske

o the London streets, and that training had made her but too

!" was her exclamation, as suddenly sh

stranger, who had sprung upon the stone parapet, and w

d, wildly struggling to free herse

e reply. "Here, Polli

agony. "Oh, if you only knew how I want to be at rest for ever!" and aga

r, and then he'll take yer to Bow Street," exclaimed the undaunted Sally. "Ain't y

to the seat, still trembling and moaning, whilst brave-hearted Sally stood over her to prevent any further attempt at self-destruction. Pollie looked on in bewildered surprise at this sad sc

d could bear to see any one in tears, so laying her little ha

ma'am; it makes S

then the two children saw that she was very beautiful even now,

ch?-a wretch not fit to crawl the earth much

ds, and the tone in which they were utter

at, frightening this little gal in that way; you jus

ts or the river." "Stuff and nonsense!" cried practica

hat puzzled as to the course to be pursued; "here's ni

other," exclaimed the child;

lly he

ght not like it

r won't mind, she is

the unhappy creature sat there, never heeding what was said,

so come along, young woman;" and so saying, Sally Grime

ng me?" she asked,

mother," wa

g back and strove

ried; "let me stay her

s, possessed it in a wonderful degree; therefore, without wasting another word, she compelled