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Show U. of U. Chronicle Year Book 87 "Hev you counted that money, ma?" she asked, in a voice which sounded hard and metallic. The tall, angular girl turned and went into the bed-room, got the stocking and put it down in front of her mother; then waited, gazing straight before her. Mrs. Johnson poured out the money, with shaking hands, and made it into little piles on the table; she went over, and over them, as if doubting her senses; finally, she looked up appealinglv, in a dazed sort of way. ''I don't know what-not your dress money, 'Liza? I never thought"- The hurt died out of 'Liza's face, and her eyes softened. "It's fer the carpet, ma!" she said, huskily. Airs. Johnson started to cry, catching her breath in little hysterical sniffs. The clock ticked loudly. The crimson sunshine from the setting sun lay in great patches on the spotless drab of the painted floor, on the little piles of money, on the bowed head and thin, lustreless hair, touched with gray. S3 (dame R. T. '07. She plucked a bright sunflower From its long and slender stem. And pulled each yellow petal from its hold. They floated thro' the balmy air, Then falling at her feet. Made on the dark green carpet spots of gold. "He loves me." said the first one, But, "he loves me not," the next; "He loves me," and "he loves me not," again. The maiden tossed her pretty head, And threw the petal far; "I declare, there is no telling ways of men." "He loves me," swore another, And so on until the end. But the last of all said "not."-Tis very queer. For a voice from o'er her shoulders Came whisp'ring low and sweet, "That game, like dreams, goes by contraries dear." |
