Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

greatest luck in the world, her monthlies had come on that very morning. Ay ! Lad, we dined well. Why should I dwell upon that night ? Four in a bed, we drenched the sheets again and again. Not Leila herself could give me half the rapture I ex- perienced from my sister and mother when they laid themselves out to give me a real good birthday, especially when my father, honest man ! Came to the rescue in his bluff hearty old English fash- ion. Ah ! [72]