The gentleman walked on, and endeavored for many months to obtain the piece of music with the unpronounceable name. But he never could find it. At last one day he heard it played by an American, and again asked the name of the air he admired.
"Oh, that," said the player, "is an old thing—'Silver Threads among the Gold!'"
IN THE POLO REGIONS.
"I wonder if the little Eskimo boys have any out-of-door games like ours?" said Polly.
"Oh, I guess so," replied Jennie. "They have polo-bears up there, you know."
THE TROUBLE.
"Who ever brought you up, Walter?" demanded his aunt, after some small bit of rudeness on his part.
"Never was brought up," said Walter. "I've been being taken down all my life."