IN HONOR OF ROSA'S BIRTHDAY
Charles.—Am I right madam? is not this Miss Rosa's birthday?
Mary.—Yes, sir. My little girl is two years old to-day.
Charles.—So I understood; and I have brought her a birthday present. Here it is,—the largest rose I could find in all the land. Do me the honor to accept it.
Mary.—With pleasure, sir, I accept it for Rosa; but, if I may trust my eyes, this is a sunflower, not a rose.
Charles.—Excuse me madam, in Doll-land they told me it was a rose.
Mary.—Ah! they sometimes forget names in Doll-land. I am obliged to you, sir, all the same. You are very polite.
Charles.—I ought to be polite, madam; for my sister Helen goes to dancing-school. I will bid you good-morning, madam.
Mary.—Good-morning, sir. Call again some fine day.
Charles.—I shall call without waiting for a fine day, madam. It is always a fine day when I am with you.
