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Title: Golden Moments
Bright Stories for Young Folks

Author: Anonymous

Release Date: August 13, 2007 [EBook #22308]

Language: English

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GOLDEN MOMENTS

BRIGHT STORIES FOR YOUNG FOLKS

Fully Illustrated

Boston
De Wolfe, Fiske and Company
361 and 365 Washington Street

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SOPHIE'S ROSES.

Fraeulein Hoffman always gave the girls at her school a holiday on the
tenth of June. It was her birthday; and though the old lady would not
allow her pupils to make her any presents, saying, in her firm manner,
"Such things speedily become a tax, my dears," yet she was always
pleased that they should decorate the schoolrooms in her honor, and hang
a handsome wreath round her father's picture.

So on the evening before the birthday the day-girls would bring baskets
of flowers, and the big schoolroom table was brought out into the
garden, and there the wreaths and garlands were made amid much
chattering and laughing by the happy children.

"There," said Marie Schmidt, with a satisfied smile, as she held up a
large wreath for general admiration. "That's finished at last! and I
flatter myself that the old gentleman never had so handsome a decoration
in his lifetime as I have now made for his picture."

The girls laughed; but gentle Adela Righton, the only English girl at
the school, said quietly, "Take care, Marie; Fraeulein Hoffman might hear
you, and it would hurt her feelings to think that we were laughing at
her father."

"I don't want to laugh at any one, you sober old Adela," returned the
reckless Marie. "I only think the old gentleman's hooked nose and beady
black eyes will look very well under my wreath of lilies and roses."

Adela said no more, for she saw that her words only excited Marie; and
fortunately at t