A MATTER OF DIRECTION.
| A little boy met on his way to school |
| A savage old bear in the forest cool. |
| "Which way is he going?" growled Bruin, aside. |
| "The same way as you, sir," the laddie replied. |
"I wonder why they call that a lady-bug?" queried Harry.
"Because it's got good manners and behaves itself, and doesn't go shouting around like a boy, I guess," said Polly.