"Come up to the sunshine, you grumpy ones, do!
Your tears are all needless, if only you knew—
Come out of the Valley of Grump, poor dears,
Come out of the Valley of Grump!"
THE "BITER'S" WAGON.
By Mary E.Q. Brush.
I am sorry to say that little Chalmers Ashton was afraid of things! And you know there was really nothing to be afraid of, for he lived in a safe, comfortable house in the best part of town, and there were father and mother and grandpa and Uncle James, Tilly the maid and Billy the hired man to look after him—to say nothing of Mr. O'Brien, the burly policeman in blue coat and brass buttons, who used to stroll up and down the street after nightfall.
But Chalmers used to "imagine things"—"think them up in his mind." I can't begin to tell you just what they were—only some were like snakes and some had horns and sharp teeth and glaring eyes and they growled like everything.
Chalmers made up a name for them; he called them "The Biters." Awful silly wasn't it, to be afraid of made-up things?