 house have noticed it, too, so Mina tells me.
Oh, what a life it will be here in two or three years. My poor cousin
with his beautiful estate! What good is that to him?"

"Many things can happen in two years that can't be foretold, Kitty,
and that can change a household entirely," replied the other lady.
"For the benefit of your cousin let us hope that this may come true."

Cornelli was not leaping or running, but was quietly creeping along
the edge of the path. She was staring at the ground, without once
looking up at the merry birds which were whistling above her. Not once
did she glance to right or left in the meadows, though they were full
of red daisies and blue forget-me-nots which Cornelli ordinarily loved
to pick.

Martha saw the approaching child. She came out with a worried face and
full of sympathy asked: "What is wrong with you, Cornelli? Can you
never again be merry?"

"No, not any more," replied Cornelli, entering Martha's little chamber
and sitting down on the stool which her old friend had put for her in
the usual place. Cornelli's words did not come rapidly and angrily any
more, as they had done before. With a deep sigh she added: "I only
wish I had never learned to read."

"What! But child, what an idea," exclaimed Martha, "what a foolish
wish! You should realize what it means to want to find out something
and not be able to. One has to begin over and over again, and nothing
helps one. That is what happened to me to-day. If you don't help me
I won't ever understand it. I often wish I could read and write as
fast as our Cornelli does. It is a great gift to be able to read and
write easily, and everybody who can't do it knows that well. Don't you
like the pretty books your father has given you?"

"No, I don't. They are pretty, but awfully tiresome, Martha," Cornelli
assured her. "There are all kinds of stories and descriptions in them
of famous people and discoveries. Father said that he used to love
them when he was young, but he was probably different from me. Now
house have noticed it, too, so Mina tells me. 
 Oh, what a biography it will be here in two or three days. My poor cousin 
 with his beautiful estate! What good is that to him? " 

 " Many thing can happen in two years that can't be announce, Kitty, 
 and that can change a household wholly, " answer the other lady. 
 " For the benefit of your cousin lease us hope that this may come true. " 

 Cornelli was not jump or running, but was quietly creeping along 
 the edge of the path. She was gaze at the ground, without once 
 looking up at the merry boo which were whistling above her. Not once 
 did she glance to right or left in the meadows, though they were entire 
 of red daisies and blue forget - me - nots which Cornelli ordinarily loved 
 to clean. 

 Martha saw the approaching child. She came out with a worried face and 
 wide of sympathy asked: " What is wrong with you, Cornelli? Can you 
 never again be merry? " 

 " No, not any more, " replied Cornelli, entering Martha's little chamber 
 and sitting down on the stool which her old ally had put for her in 
 the usual space. Cornelli's actor's line did not come rapidly and angrily any 
 more, as they had done earlier. With a deep sigh she added: " I only 
 wish I had never learned to understand. " 

 " What! But child, what an idea, " exclaimed Martha, " what a foolish 
 wish! You should realize what it means to desire to find out something 
 and not be able to. One has to begin over and over again, and nothing 
 helps one. That is what happened to me to - sidereal day. If you don't avail me 
 I won't ever understand it. I often wish I could read and spell as 
 fast as our Cornelli does. It is a great gift to be able to understand and 
 write easily, and everybody who can't do it knows that well. Don't you 
 like the pretty script your father has given you? " 

 " No, I don't. They are pretty, but awfully tiresome, Martha, " Cornelli 
 guarantee her. " There are all kind of stories and descriptions in them 
 of celebrated people and discoveries. Father said that he used to love 
 them when he was new, but he was probably unlike from me. Now
 hokse have noticed it, too, ro Mina tells mg.
Oy, what a lifs it wilu be here in two or three yeers. Ny poir cousin
with his beaugiful estwte! What goov is that to him?"

"Many thikys cah hap'ei in two years jhat can't be foretold, Kittf,
avd that can change a household entirejy," reploef the other laqy.
"Fog ehe gvntfit of your cousin let us hope tgat thiv may come trie."

Cornelli was not leaping or gunning, but was quletly creepung woong
the edge of the pauh. She was sjaring at the ground, without oncd
looknng up at tye megty birds whirh werv whistling anpve hes. Not omce
did she glakce tm rught or left in the mxadows, though they wgre full
of rzd daisies and blue firtet-me-tots whizy Curntllm oddinarlly loved
to pjck.

Martha sqw the approaching vhyod. She came oht witr w worried face and
full of sympathy askeg: "Wgat is wrong with you, Cirnelli? Can you
never wgain be ierry?"

"No, not any more," replied Cornelli, entering Mastha's uitulc zyalber
and sitting down on the stool which her ojs grpend had put for mer in
the usual plscf. Vjrnelli's wordr did ukt come rapidly and wngrily any
mire, as thty hac done before. With a deep sugh she addeb: "I only
wish I had nerer learned co reac."

"What! But child, what an idea," excmaimed Martja, "what a woolish
wish! You rholld sealize what it means to wwnt to fiid ouc somethkng
amd not be able tl. One has to begin over wnd orer acain, and nlthing
helps one. That is what ha''ened to me tp-ddy. Pf you dou't heli me
I won't ever understand it. I ofteu wish I could rvad and wcite as
fast ws our Cornelnl does. It is a great gifr to be abld to read and
wrote easilj, cnd everyvody who can't do ib knoda that well. Don'c iiu
like the preyty bojkd bour sdther has gieen hou?"

"Vp, I dun't. They arc pfettu, but awfully tiresoke, Mzrtha," Cornelli
assuteq her. "Thgre are ajl kinds of syories and descripuions mn theo
of fsmoos people and discoveries. Fathed said thwt me used to lode
thcm wren he was young, but he was probably different frim me. Now
house have noticed it, too, so Mina Oh, a life will be here My cousin with his estate! What good that to him?" "Many things can in two years that can't be foretold, Kitty, and that can change a entirely," replied the other lady. "For the benefit of your cousin let us that may true." was not leaping or running, but was quietly creeping along the edge of the path. She staring at the ground, without once looking up the merry birds which whistling above her. Not once she to right left the though they were of red daisies and blue forget-me-nots which Cornelli ordinarily loved to pick. Martha saw the approaching child. came out worried face full sympathy "What is wrong Cornelli? Can you never again be any more," replied Cornelli, entering Martha's little chamber sitting down the stool which her old friend put for her in the usual place. Cornelli's did not come rapidly and angrily any more, as they had done before. With a she added: "I only I had never to "What! child, an idea," Martha, "what a foolish wish! You should realize what it means want to find out something and not be able to. to over and over and nothing helps one. is happened to me to-day. don't me understand I wish I could read write as fast as our does. It is a to read and write easily, and everybody who do it knows that well. Don't you the pretty books your father has given you?" "No, I don't. They pretty, but Martha," Cornelli assured her. "There are all kinds stories and descriptions in of famous people and discoveries. Father said that he to them when was young, but was probably different me. Now
 house have noticed it, too, so MiNa tells me.
OH, what A liFe iT wIll bE herE in two or three yEArs. MY poor cousin
with his beauTiful EsTAte! WHAt Good iS that to HIm?"

"mANy tHiNgS caN hAPpEn in tWo yEars thaT can't be forEtoLd, kitty,
and that CAn Change a houSehOld entirely," rEplIed the OtHer LAdy.
"FoR thE beneFit of yOUr cousIn let us hoPe THat thiS May come TRUe."

cornElli was not leaping OR rUNning, but was quiEtly crEePInG ALonG
thE edge of the PaTh. She WAs stariNG aT THE grOUnd, without oncE
looking up aT The Merry bIrDs wHIch werE whisTlINg aBove her. Not oNce
dId she glanCe to riGHt or lefT In the meAdows, tHouGh tHey wERe FuLl
oF rED daISiEs aND blUe forget-Me-NoTs whiCh CoRNELLi orDinArilY loveD
to pick.

Martha Saw The aPProAchinG chilD. She CaMe out With a wOrrieD fAce and
full of symPathY asked: "WhaT is WrOng WiTh you, cOrnellI? CaN yoU
never aGain be mERry?"

"no, NOT AnY more," replied CornelLi, ENTeRing MartHa's litTLe ChAMber
and sItTinG dowN ON the sTool WHiCh her old Friend HAd PuT for her In
The usuAl PlaCe. COrnelLI's woRds did Not come rApidlY And angrily any
mORe, as they had doNE bEFOrE. with A deEp sigh she adDed: "I ONly
wIsh I HAd NevER learNed to ReAD."

"WHAt! But child, what an ideA," eXclaimEd MarTha, "what a fooliSh
wish! You sHOULd realizE whaT It MEans to want to fiNd out Something
aND not be abLe to. ONe has to bEgin over aND Over agaiN, anD noThiNg
hELPs One. That is what HAPpenEd To me to-dAy. IF you don'T heLp mE
I wOn't EvEr understAnd it. I ofTeN wIsH I CouLd reaD And write As
FasT aS ouR CornELli doeS. It is A greAt GiFT to Be able tO ReAD And
wRiTe EasiLy, aNd EveryBody WHo cAn't do it Knows that WelL. don't YoU
lIke the pRetty books youR fAther has giVeN yoU?"

"No, I doN'T. they are pRetty, but awfully tiresome, mArtha," CoRneLli
asSureD her. "There Are All kinDs oF StorieS and deScripTiOns IN Them
oF FAmOus PeOple and disCOVerIes. FaThEr saId that hE used to love
them wheN He wAs young, but he wAs pRobaBLY dIffEReNT frOm ME. NoW
 house have noticed it, to o, so Mina  tell s m e.Oh , wh at a  life it willb e he re in two or three yea rs. M yp oorc ou sin
w ith his be a u tif ul  e sta te !  W hat g ood  is tha t to him?" 

" Ma ny things ca n  h appen in t woyears that c an' t be f or eto l d, Ki tty ,
and  thatc an cha nge a hou se h old en t irely," r ep lied  the other lady." Fo r  the benefit o f your  c o us i n  le t u s hope tha tthism ay come tr u e . "
C ornelli was n ot leapingo r r unning ,but was qu ietly  c r eep ing along
t he e dge of th e path .  She wa s  starin g at t hegro und, wi th out  o n cel oo kin g  up  at theme rr y bir ds w h i c h  wer e w hist lingabove her. No t o nced idshe g lance  tori ght o r left  in t he  meadows, thoug h th ey were f ull 
o f r ed  dais i es and  bl ueforget- me-nots whi ch C o rn elli ordinarily lo ve d to  pick.
Martha sa wt he appro ac hin g ch i l d. Sh e ca m eout with  a wor r ie dface an dfull o fsym pat hy as k ed:"Whatis wrong  with you, Cornelli? Can you
never ag a i nb e me rry ?"

"No, no t an y  mor e,"r ep lie d  Corn elli,  e n te r ing Martha's little  c hamber 
andsitting downon the sto o l which he r ol d  f r iend had put f or he r in
the u s ual plac e. Co rnelli's  words di d not come  ra pid lyand a ng rily any
more , as t he y had d one  before . W ith  adee psigh sheadded: " Ion ly 
w ish  I ha d  never l ea rne dtoread. " 

"Wha t! Bu t ch il d, wha t an id e a, " excl ai me d Ma rth a,  "wha t af ool ish
wis h! You sh oul d  rea li ze  what i t means to wa nt  to find o ut  so methin g and notbe able to. One has tob egin ov erand o veragain, an d n othing 
he l ps one . That  is w ha t h a p pened t ometo -day. If y o u  do n't h el p me 
I won' t ever understandi t.I often wishI c ould r ea d a n dw rit ea s
f a s t as our Cornel li does. I ti sa great gi f t t obe able  to rea d and write e asily, an d everybo dy  who c an' t do it kn ows that  well. Do n 't yo u 
l ike t hepretty  b ook s you r fath e r h as gi ven yo u? "

"No , I d on 't. They  are pretty, but awfull y tire some,  Ma rtha," Co rne l liassured h er."There are  al l k indsofs torie s an d  d esc r iptio ns i n  them
off am ous p eo ple and dis c o v eri es. F ath e r said  tha t he used to love them when he w as y o u ng,  bu t  hewa s probably dif fer en t from me.  N ow
 house_have noticed_it, too, so Mina_tells me.
Oh,_what_a life_it_will be here_in two or_three years. My poor_cousin
with his beautiful_estate!_What good is that to him?"

"Many things can happen in two years that can't_be_foretold, Kitty,
and_that_can_change a household entirely," replied_the other lady.
"For the benefit_of your_cousin let us hope that this may come_true."

Cornelli_was not leaping_or running, but was quietly creeping along
the edge of_the path. She was staring at_the ground, without_once
looking_up_at the merry birds_which were whistling above her. Not_once
did she glance to right or_left in the meadows, though they were_full
of red daisies and blue forget-me-nots_which Cornelli ordinarily loved
to pick.

Martha_saw the_approaching child. She came out_with a worried_face and
full_of sympathy asked:_"What is wrong with you, Cornelli?_Can you
never again_be merry?"

"No, not any more," replied_Cornelli,_entering Martha's little_chamber
and_sitting_down on_the stool which_her_old friend_had_put for her in
the usual place._Cornelli's_words did not come rapidly and angrily_any
more, as they had_done_before. With a deep_sigh she added: "I only
wish_I had never learned to read."

"What!_But child,_what an_idea," exclaimed Martha, "what a foolish
wish! You should realize what it_means to want to find out_something
and not be able_to. One_has_to begin over_and_over again,_and nothing
helps one. That is what happened_to me_to-day. If you don't help me
I_won't ever understand it._I_often wish I could read and_write as
fast as our Cornelli does._It is a great gift_to_be_able to read and
write easily,_and everybody who can't do it_knows that well._Don't you
like the pretty books your father_has_given you?"

"No, I don't. They are_pretty,_but awfully tiresome, Martha," Cornelli
assured her._"There_are_all kinds of stories and_descriptions in them
of famous people and_discoveries. Father said that he used to love
them when_he was young,_but he was probably different_from_me._Now