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ieee ace cee ll i mmmnfTT ee e ith TELT szet ag a Meu habl aC UTD MEIN , Dan AK KÍKEKELTKANN ÁKK Li e ! 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’’?