Like morning manna. Yet we dare to bow
And ask, “Give us to-day our morrow’s bread!”
—Selected.
MAJOR’S AUTOBIOGRAPHY.
III.
IT is a nice light night, and if you youngsters have stared long enough at the moon, since neighbor Sport has come to call we will try to be a little more social.
Pet and Spot and Curley may play on the lawn if they choose, and have as good a time as they like.
You have come to ask my advice, have you, Sport?