Kathie thought Mother very kind not to be vexed about the hat; but Mother remembered what a little girl Kathie was, and she hardly expected her to be able to refuse, when a bold, sturdy woman asked for the hat off her head.
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TRAVELLERS' TALES
They say there is a country where the snow never falls, And sliding is a game they never knew: They never saw a lake Paved with ice that wouldn't break. I would rather stay in England, wouldn't you? They say there is a country where the sun never sets. But goes on shining all night through. And you needn't go to bed, For there's always light oerhead. That's a country I should like, wouldn't you? They say there is a country where they all talk French. I can't imagine what they ever do! For who for all their chatter, Can understand such patter? I should answer "speak in English" wouldn't you? They say there is a country where the clergymen are black And the language sounds like "choke-a-cockatoo." And the niggers sit in rows With hardly any clothes I should like to go and look, wouldn't you? They say there is a country where the women cannot walk, And everything is made of bam-boo And the people's eyes are wee, They live on rice and tea. I should like to go and see them, wouldn't you? They say there is a country where the elephants are wild, And never even heard of our Zoo. And through the woods they roam Like gentlemen at home. I should like to go and peep, wouldn't you? F. W. HOME |
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THE PRIZE OF HONOR.
"I wonder if I could trust you children to go out alone this morning," said Mrs. Ferrars. "I don't want to deprive nurse of her holiday, and I must see Cousin Lily: she is not so well to-day."
"Oh! yes, mother," cried Dolly and Ralph together. "May we go on the ice?"
"Well, it is just because I said you might, that I feel a little anxious," said Mrs. Ferrars, stroking Dolly's fair hair. "My Dolly sometimes forgets mother's wishes for her own; still, as it is the last day at home, I feel inclined to trust you."