[Illustration: THE GIRL'S OWN PAPER VOL. VIII.--NO. 359. NOVEMBER 13, 1886. PRICE ONE PENNY.] A DAISY. BY CLARA THWAITES, Author of "Songs for Labour and Leisure." Be like the Daisy, Sweet maid. Behold How glorious within Her heart of gold! Be like the Daisy, In shine or shade, In summer or winter, Courageous maid! Be like the Daisy, Simple and true, Looking straight upward, Up to the blue. Lift thy head buoyantly After the rain, After adversity Spring up again! Seek not pre-eminence, Look not for praise; Safe and most blessèd Are humbler ways. From lowly sisters Dwell not apart, Keep through all splendour Thy Daisy heart. When in heaven's garden Thy leaves unfold, Thine be white raiment-- A crown of gold! [Illustration: "LIFT THY HEAD BUOYANTLY AFTER THE RAIN."] MERLE'S CRUSADE. BY ROSA NOUCHETTE CAREY, Author of "Aunt Diana," "For Lilias," etc. CHAPTER VI. WHEELER'S FARM. After all, the difficulties were like Bunyan's chained lions--they did not touch me. How true it is that "one-half our cares and woes exist but in our thoughts." I had predicted for myself all manner of obstacles and troubles, and was astonished to find how smoothly and easily the days glided by. From the beginning I had found favour in my mistress's eyes, and Mrs. Garnett had also expressed herself in warm terms of approbation. "Miss Fenton was a nice, proper young lady who gave herself no airs, and was not above her duties; and Master Reggie was already as good as gold with her." This was Mrs. Garnett's opinion; and as she was a great authority in the household, I soon experienced the benefit of her goodwill. With the exception of Hannah, who generally called me "nurse" or "miss," I was "Miss Fenton" with the rest of the household; even the tall housemaid, Rhoda, who had charge of our rooms, invariably addressed me by that name. Mrs. Garnett generally prefaced her remarks with "My dear." I found out afterwards that she was the widow of a merchant captain, and a little above her position; but Anderson, the butler, and Simon and Charles, the footmen, and Travers, Mrs. Morton's maid, always accosted me by the name of Miss Fenton; but I had very little to do with any of them--just a civil good-morning as I passed through the hall with the children. The messages to the nursery were always brought by Rhoda; and though Mrs. Garnett and Travers sometimes came in for a few minutes' gossip, I never permitted the least familiarity on Travers's part, and to do her justice she never gave me any cause for offence. She was a superior person, devoted to her mistress, and as she and Anderson had been engaged for years, she had almost the staid manners of a married woman.