“Father,” said little Harold, his face glowing, “to-morrow we will hire a furniture van and take all these books to the city.”
“My boy,” cried Abner Skipp, folding his little son in his arms, “you are the little fairy in our home. Surely no other could have done this job more neatly or with greater dispatch; and no fairy wand could be more wonder-working than this truly Magic Kit.”
[p 215]
]A LINE-O’-TYPE OR TWO
“Fay ce que vouldras.”
TO B. L. T.
(Quintus Horatius Flaccus loquitur.)
Maecenas sprang from royal line,
You spring a Line diurnal.
(Perhaps my joke is drawn too fine
For readers of your journal.)