Eleanor H Porter

The Tangled Threads - Original Edition Eleanor H Porter

"Dearie," she began very softly, "there was once a little girl-a little girl like you. She was very, very poor, and all her days were full of work. She had no piano, no music lessons-but, oh, how she longed for them! The trees and the grass and the winds and the flowers sang all day in her ears, but she could n't tell what they said. By and by, after many, many years, this little girl grew up and a dear little baby daughter came to her. She was still very, very poor, but she saved and scrimped, and scrimped and saved, for she meant that this baby girl should not long and long for the music that never came. She should have music lessons."