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Show A New Way to Take 111 111. There she sat, with sweet surprise - - Mixed with mischief iu her eyes; While before her he stood calm, Holding in his outstretched palm A tiny circlet, made of gold, Chased with figures (plaint and old. " 'Twos my grandma's ring," he said. Then quite low, with face grown rod. 'This offering now to you I bring, Plead with you to take this ring." From her face the laughter died As she turned her face aside, Klowly took the proffered band, Slipped it on her bare white hand; "That is right, for don't you see, I can now your grandma be." |