THE LITTLE COOKS.
Everybody who knew Frank Green, liked him. He was always trying to do something to make those around him comfortable. His brothers, George and Edwin, were nice little fellows enough; but Franky, as people loved to call him, was the favourite. And he was generally so careful in all he undertook, that his parents let him do nearly everything in reason he desired.
So, one fine morning, when his mother and father were about to start for the Crystal Palace, Frank, who had been sitting on his thumbs and thinking very deeply, jumped up all of a sudden and said, (he tried to speak in an off-hand manner); "I suppose you couldn't say to a minute, could you, when you'll be back?"
Father laughed, and mother turned aside her head for an instant
"And mother's laughing, too," cried little Edwin. You can see him; but I'd better introduce them.
1st—Frank: right hand, near oven.
2nd—George: holding bird.