“Bobby is attending to his pianoforte lessons very faithfully of late,” said the youth’s uncle.
“Yes,” replied his mother. “I don’t have any trouble with him about that now.”
“How did you manage it?”
“Some of the neighbors complained of the noise his exercises made, and I told him about it. Now he thinks it’s fun to practice.”
A HORSE STORY.
“Mamma”—sorrel colt gazes anxiously to his dam—“the chestnut filly wants me to run away with her the next time we go driving together.”
He looked down shyly.
“What shall I say?”
The mare bridled up.
“Turn to her, my son, and whisper gently: ‘Neigh, neigh, Pauline!’”