"In the hurry of getting off to-night I entirely forgot my usual duty.
"So I called up the nurse. She brought them to the 'phone and they said their prayers over the wire. I feel quite relieved."
Speaking of boys reminds me of my friend Toddlekins' young hopeful, who marched into the library the other day when I was engaging his pa in a scientific discussion.
I may remark just here that Tommy had a new gun under his arm, which I understood his fond parent had recently presented to him—you know Toddlekins is a great admirer of the strenuous life and likes to encourage it all he can in his offspring, who appears to be a chip of the old block.
"Say, pa," was what he exploded, "is it true that cats have nine lives?"
Always ready to impart information to the inquiring mind of youth, his fond parent replied such was the common saying, which might be accepted as truth.
"Well, I am glad of that," said the boy, heaving a genuine sigh of relief, "because then our old tortoise-shell's got eight coming to her."
I'm afraid my smallest chap is going to take after his proud father—it's about time, since I've taken after him on many an occasion.