After reading a poem about a little boy who was so happy because there were lovely flowers, beautiful birds, blue sky and running brooks, eight-year-old William remarked:
"Those things would never make me happy, Miss Jones."
"Why, William," replied his teacher, "what would it take to make you happy?"
"Saturdays!" was the prompt reply.—Harper's.
The good fairy brought an ingot of lead and an ingot of gold and laid them before him. "Choose!" she said, simply.
The child thought a moment, and chose the lead.
"It's no heavier to carry, it's just as good to eat, and it won't make everybody hate me!" quoth he.
The good fairy laughed.