“Ha, ha, ha, Mr. Snail, you’re an April Fool,” cried the little girl, skipping past again.
But I don’t know whether they understood her. What do you think?
HIMSELF
“Who are you?” said Tom, to a small black shadow beside him.
“Why, I’m you,” said the shadow; “don’t you know me?”
“What, a little fellow like you!” cried Tom; “you’re very much mistaken.” And away he strode.
“No, a big fellow like you,” said the shadow, as he shot out in front of Tom.
WHY THE CANARY SANG IN HIS CAGE
A canary swung in his golden cage and sang joyously. The window was open, so a lark heard him as she rose into the air. She alighted on the window sill in wonder.