"Cruel Crick!" she wept. "You have taken another wife to your heart!"
And the Crick could not answer, for he had ceased to exist.
This is a tragedy of real life, and cannot fail to excite sympathy.
THE BROTHERS.
They were brothers--twin brothers, and the most intense fraternal
affection subsisted between them. They were Peas--Sweet-peas, born
together in the largest end of the same Pod. When they were little,
flat, skinny, green things, they regarded the Pod in which they were
born with the same awful dread which the greatest of men have at one
time felt for nursery authority. They believed that the Pod ruled the
world.
It was impossible to conceive a limit to the power of a thing that could
hold so tight. But in due time the Peas became large and round and
black, and the Pod got yellow and shrunken, and was thoroughly despised.
"It is time we left the nursery," said the brothers. "Where shall we go
to, when we enter the world?" they inquired of the mother plant.
"You will fall on the ground," said she, "in the south border, where we
now are. The soil is good, and the situation favourable. You will then
lie quiet for the winter, and in the spring you will come up and flower,
and bear pods as I have done.
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