"But if my story is not true, how did I come in the pond?" argued Mr. Thompson.
"You got asleep, and rolled in; then when you felt wet, you dreamed that you were a frog," said the skeptical young man.
"That's not at all likely," sniffed Mr. Thompson, indignantly.
"Likely or not, it's undoubtedly true."
"Listen," said Mr. Thompson. Then far down in the marsh was heard the faint sound of the frog's chorus:
"Thompson-got-wet, Thompson-got-wet—
Ha, ha, ha, ha;
Guess-he-is-yet, guess-he-is-yet—
Ha, ha.
Had-to-go-home, had-to-go-home—
Ha, ha, ha, ha;
He'd-better-not-come, he'd-better-not-come—
Ha, ha."
"What do you say to that?" cried Mr. Thompson, shaking his head triumphantly, as he walked off to bed.
[A SCHOOL RESTAURANT.]
For most young people, going to school is the great business of life. Whatever ups and downs may occur in the family, they keep steadily on, learning lessons, reciting them, getting merits and demerits, and growing through it all as fast as they can toward the time when they shall be men and women.