“He praised his lucky stars that in his place He never found neglect nor felt disgrace; To do his duty was his soul’s delight, This his inferiors would to theirs excite, This his superiors notice and requite. To either class he gave the praises due, And still more grateful as more favoured grew.” The next morning dawned in brightness. It was again a frost, not a hard but a brilliant frost. The sky was blue and clear, the sun shone on the frosty trees and sparkled on the rimy grass, and again Violet peered out of the windows to see what could be seen.…
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