"Why, Wilbur, what are you doing?" asked Wilbur's father, as he saw the boy burying his little engine in the ground.
"I's plantin' this engine," said Wilbur. "I want a lot more of 'em, and I's plantin' zis one so's we'll have an engine-tree."
A WISE CHOICE.
"I'd rather be a policeman than a burglar," said Jack. "Burglars have to work nights."
"So do policemen," said Bob.
"Maybe," said Jack; "but they have uniforms and brass buttons, and burglars haven't."
AN EXCUSE.
"Tommie, your spelling report is very bad," said Mr. Hicks to his boy.