... is—yes, I declare —why it is dear little Paolo himself. Good gracious !he has strayed away down here alone to look for blackberries, no doubt ;'' and as she spoke she rushed forward, and seizing the child by the skirt drew it back from the perilous edge ...

... the bright, purple-bleck feathers of the moor-fowl. She was copying them with rare deficary Led skilL 1 wish I bad a few blackberries, said she, pre. aently. - - _ We could sot find any this morning, returneil Esther, looking up from her paper. it ...