The girls brushed off the dirt and wiped away the tears, but still he cried “Ma-a-a-ow.”
“I wouldn’t cry any more,” urged the girls, for they found that he wasn’t hurt. But he did cry more, and I’ll tell you why if you won’t tell. I think he was afraid that if he stopped crying, they would stop kissing and petting.
NETTIE’S PLANS.
Dear Mamma is going to have company;
A lady is coming to-day;
And now she is out in the garden,
Picking a great big bouquet.
The lady has two little children,