HOLIDAY LUCK.
MOTHER, mother!” with a prolonged er.
“Mary, where’s mother?” and the children raced through the house, looking into every room on the way.
“Here, Willie; what do you want?”
“O, mother, we are to have a holiday. Miss Mortimer has gone home.”
“Isn’t it fun!” cried Ada, swinging on her mother’s arm.
“That depends upon how you spend it,” Mrs. Constant replied.
“Why, a holiday means to have fun, and do just what you please,” asserted Willie.
“And not get any lessons,” said Dolly, snipping the tape with her mother’s scissors.