Frightened to death, Jack tumbled backwards over Carlo; Carlo tumbled backwards over Minnie; Minnie tumbled backwards over Bunny; Bunny tumbled backwards over Jenny; Jenny tumbled backwards over Ninny; and they all tumbled head over heels down the steep hill, with the tremendous DOG on top of the heap; and that's the last I ever heard of them.
LITTLE HELEN.
One day last spring when Aunt Fanny was in Charleston, she was walking up Meeting Street. Just before her she saw a pretty little girl, almost as white as snow, carried in the arms of a tall black woman, nearly as black as ink.
Aunt Fanny went softly up behind them, and heard the old nurse say—"You make nurse shame, for carry such a big girl."
"But I so tired," said the little thing. "O my!"
"How much you tired?" said the old black nurse.
"I tired a dollar," said the child.