Tommy Traddles. "Papa, you call that little bit of a tiny wee engine a donkey-engine, don't you?"
Mr. Traddles. "Yes, my boy."
Tommy. "Well, papa, won't that donkey-engine have to grow a great deal bigger before it can have any horse-power?"
"Papa, I've got some mending for you to do. My roller-skates are broken."
"Well, put them away till morning. It's too late to mend anything now."
"Why! you said this morning that it was never too late to mend."
BECKY WOOD.
Barefoot, pit-a-pat, pious, poor, and good,
Walking to the Meeting-House was little Becky Wood.
Up rode great William Penn—"Little girl," quoth he,
"Jump upon my palfrey here and ride along with me."
Trot, trot, canter, canter, all along the street,
William Penn took Becky Wood with her bare brown feet,
Trot, trot, canter, canter, to the very door.
Never was a barefoot girl quite so proud before.