GOOSEY LUCY’S NEW YEAR’S CALLS.
“Where are you going, Uncle Fred?” asked Lucy.
“I am going to make New Year’s calls, little girl,” replied Uncle Fred.
“And how do you make them? What are they made of?” inquired Lucy.
“Oh—ah—my dear child!” said Uncle Fred, who was looking for his umbrella in a great hurry, “they are not made of anything. You—ah—you just call, you know, on all the people you know. Oh, here it is! Good-by, little girl! I must be off.”
And off he hurried, leaving Lucy, mystified, in the hall.
“You just call!” she repeated. “Just call all the people you know. Why, that is easy enough, but what a funny thing to do!”
She pondered a few minutes and then continued, “I think I will go and make New Year’s calls. It must be great fun! Perhaps I shall meet Uncle Fred, and then we can call together, and that will be just twice as loud.”