P. S.—I will indeed pray that you may be admitted into St. Thomas', although in your case, with such a mother to guide you, the public school might be tolerated.
Bolax Deserves a Whipping.
"Another unsatisfactory report," exclaimed Papa Allen, as he held an open letter in his hand. "This is the fourth since the opening of school in September, and now it is only the first Week of October. Spelling, 30; Arithmetic, 20. Professor too, sends complaints of your music lesson; then you have neglected your rabbits."
At this Bo jumped up and ran out to the rabbit-hutch. Yelling with all his might for Hetty: "Oh, my rabbits; my rabbits are gone."
"When did you feed them last," asked his father, who was looking out of a window. Bo thought a moment, then remembered he had not seen them for several days.
"But where have they gone, Hetty dear?"
"Done turned into air; what you spect dey gwan do when dey has nothing to eat but air."
Then Hetty laughed, and Bo went back to the dining room.
"Excuse me for leaving you, Papa, I am so worried. Indeed, indeed, I didn't mean to forget my pets."