Alas! the meeting was not an affectionate one after all, or some little mistake had occurred, or Juliet was short-sighted and took Romeo for a stranger; for Juliet went straight at Romeo, and once more made every effort to peck his eye out, whilst Romeo, resenting the affront, or bewildered by emerging from his paper bag to daylight, flew wildly about the cage, and tried desperately to stretch Juliet a corpse at the bottom of it. We were aroused and alarmed—we shed many tears. Tottie screamed.
A husky voice behind us said at this juncture: "Ah, that's the worst of putting two Romeos in one cage, sir. It never answers—one of 'em's sure to kill the other."
"Two Romeos!" exclaimed papa. "Do you mean to say that Juliet isn't—isn't a female?"
"Bless your heart, sir, no."
"Good gracious! what a mistake of Uncle Benjamin's, to be sure!"
We have separated Romeo from Juliet now, and there is peace in the house at last. I am not quite certain there is a moral to this story, unless it is, "Do not judge by appearances," or proves that people who can not agree together are much better apart.
[SEA-BREEZES.]
BESSIE MAYNARD TO HER DOLL.
Berlin, December, 1880.