Chapter 27 CHAPTER XXVII

"But ah! the little things for which I sigh,

As each day passes by,

The open book, the flower upon the floor.

The dainty disarray.

The sound of passing feet.

Alas, the little things of every day!

The silent eve, my sweet,

The lonely waking.

Alas! alas! for little things

My heart is breaking."

CHRIS woke up on the morni