Every-day heroism

DEAN’s
Illustrated Farthing Books.
LONDON: DEAN & SON, 11, Ludgate Hill. 48

“I will not try any more. Everything goes wrong to-day,” exclaimed Charley Morris, throwing down his slate in a pet.
“Nothing succeeds that I try to do. Everything turns out just the wrong way.”
“I want you to run and get me the book,” said his mother, “which I left on the seat at the farther end of the garden; then afterwards we will see if anything can be done to coax events into a better humour.”
Charley returned with his face a little brighter from a moment’s exercise in the fresh air, and seated himself at his mother’s feet.
“Do you believe in unlucky days, mother?” said he.
“I do not believe they come very often,” said Mrs. Morris.
“But how can you help their coming, mother?”