AT THE MOUNTAIN HOUSE.
"Say, Billie," Jacky whispered, gleefully, "this place is simply fine. It costs thirty-five cents to take a bath, and I guess we won't have to take 'em every five minutes, the way we do at home, when pa finds that out."
The water in the bucket was very muddy, and the farmer had poured it out on the ground.
"You mortify me dreadfully," said the Bucket to the Water, after the farmer had gone. "The idea of your getting so dirty; and everybody will blame me, because I've brought you up."
NOT THAT KIND.
"Hullo!" said Bobbie to the violin-player in the hotel orchestra. "Wouldn't you rather be at the sea-shore than here on a hot day like this?"
"No," said the violin-player, "You know I'm not a sand-fiddler."