Poor Little Chap!
A little boy from the slums had been taken out into the country for the first time. After a bit he was found sitting, all by himself, on a high bank, and gazing wistfully out over the hills.
The woman who had made the little excursion possible quietly seated herself at the youngster’s side. To her the child turned a radiant face and asked:
“Say, it’s dern pretty, ain’t it? Is this all in the United States?”