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! MABEL,
(‘TE three weeks, and not a showrr ,
Parched the garden, hot and dry ;
Drooping low was ev'ry flow’r ;
Little Mabel, passing by,
Heard them whisper, ‘‘ We shall die!”
Quick to save them Mabel ran,
Full of pity, full of fear ;
Brought in haste her watering-can—
Is it fancy ? Does she hear
Grateful whispers, “Thank you, dear’’?