Just then an arrow flew,
That pierced it thro’ and thro’
Which made Miss Bunny start, and jump, sky high!
She cried, “Oh, dear! Oh, dear!
It’s safer in the rear;”
And scampered off and never said,—“Good-bye.”
You see the reason why,
’Tis always best to try,
Tho’ others laugh and slander all the same;
For be it late or soon,
They’ll always change their tune,
When they see your arrow doesn’t miss its aim.
A FISH STORY.
HOPE LEDYARD.
Six eager faces, all crowding around to “see the picture!” Four of the faces belong to girls—Edith and Mamie, Birdie and Jeanie, while Al and Dick, who are pretty big boys, “over ten,” lean over the back of the chair.
“He’s had a good catch,” says Al.
“He’s not caught those,” says Dick, while the girls look first at the picture and then at the boys. “I guess that fellow standing up in the boat is his father. The men have caught the fish and the boy takes them to sell. Why, a fish as big as one of those fellows could pull a boy right into the water, easy!”
“My brother Dick knows,” whispers Jeanie, proudly. “He took me fishing once and I caught two fish.”