Widow Henderson; or, the Rebellious Heart Subdued by Ruth Lamb

IN our little country town, there was not a prettier-looking home than that in which Widow Henderson lived. She and her orphan child dwelt in a charming cottage, which was not only picturesque enough for sketching, but also thoroughly comfortable inside, which is not always the case with cottages which look well on paper.

Outside, the porch and walls were hidden by a mass of climbing plants. Roses bloomed, woodbine scented the air, the passion-flower spread its curious petals; and in winter, when all these were gone, the hale ivy clung still, all green and flourishing, and saved the pretty cottage from looking ragged and bare. There was a very sweet union of nature and art outside Widow Henderson's cottage, for with all its wild beauty everything was in good order.