A Little Girl Of Long Ago; Or, Hannah Ann

"New Year's came in with a ringing of bells and firing of pistols. Four years more, and the world would reach the half-century mark. That seemed very ancient to the little girl in Old New York. They talked about it at the breakfast- table. "Do you suppose any one could live to see nineteen hundred? " asked the little girl, with wondering eyes. Father Underhill laughed. "Count up and see how old you would be, Hanny, " he replied. "Why, I should be-sixty-five. " "Not as old as either grandmother, " said John. "If the world doesn't come to an end, " suggested Hanny, cautiously. She remembered the fright she had when she was afraid it would come to an end. "