Freddy was looking through a big picture-book, when he came to a picture of Daniel in the lions' den, and he forthwith began to cry.
"Don't cry, Freddy," said his mother; "those lions aren't going to hurt Daniel."
"I'm not crying about that," said Freddy. "There's a little lion there, and Daniel's so small, I'm afraid the little lion won't get any."
SOME BITS OF NATURAL HISTORY.
"It stands to reason," writes Toby Trip in his composition, "that most of our rats come from Gnaw-away, and that some of our choicest poultry are cotch in China, while there are no black folks in the Isle of Wight. Yet there are women in the Isle of Man, wise people in the Scilly Isles, and the best-natured men in the world are natives of Ire-land."
"What were the Dark Ages?" asked the governess at the morning lessons.
"That must have been before spectacles were invented," guessed May.
"Oh no!" interrupted Cedric; "I know why they were called the Dark Ages. Because there were more knights then."