"Been having some fun with a woodchuck," replied Jack, a little sheepishly.
Farmer Brown laughed, and remarked, as he took a second look at our torn clothes and flushed faces,
"Wa'al, I don' know, but it kinder looks as ef the woodchuck had been a-hevin' fun with you."
And when I think the matter over, I am rather inclined to be of the same opinion.
[THE WANDERING SUNBEAM.]
BY E. M. TRAQUAIR.
A little wandering sunbeam
Came sliding down the sky;
To seek another home below,
It left its home on high.
On baby Mary's head it lit—
Our gentle little one;
Her eyes grew blue as heaven's hue,
Her ringlets like the sun.
Its home it made with her; and since,
Though quiet as a mouse,
Her smile is like the day: she is
Our sunbeam in the house.