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80 Chit-Chat by Puck.
‘I was destined, instead, to become the comforter
and true friend of her old age. The dreams of
my youth had been realized.”
“Ah me, how beautiful!” all the cups and
saucers called out, and there was quite a clatter
on the tea-table that awoke old Miss Sarah, but
then all were instantly quiet. She looked round
astonished, and said to herself, “I was dreaming
of that summer day when John and I were seated
in a boat, and our eyes met and spoke of future
bliss and happiness—but it was not to be; I
suppose God would not have it so!” she sighed.
A tear crept stealthily forth from a corner of
her wrinkled eyelid, but at the same moment she
glanced at the teapot.
“Perhaps there is a drop left. Ay, so it is! I
will put the dear teapot on the hob, and soon it
will be warm.”
And it did not take many minutes either, before
the cup of cheer was ready. Yes, so it is; sorrow
and comfort go hand in hand—‘“and it is a dear
delight for the heart to comfort those we love,”
the dear old teapot was gently singing, when old
Miss Sarah again took it in her hands.
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