» She wasn't on the play-ground, she wasn't on the lawn . The little one was missing and bed-time coming on. We hunted in the garden, we peeped about to see If sleeping under rose tree or lilac she might be. But nothing came in answer to all our anxious call Until at length we hastened within the darkening hall, And then upon the stillness there broke a silvery tone— The darling mite was standing before the telephone, And softly, as we listened, came stealing down the stairs 1 "H'lo, Central! Give me Heaven. I want to say my prayers."
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A MESSAGE., Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2422, 6 May 1890
A MESSAGE. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2422, 6 May 1890
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