"Mother!" called out the black boy, as he flew into her open arms.
"Philemon! mother's own little boy!" she sobbed; while Romeo Augustus performed a war-dance about the two.
I think Philemon's father was so relieved when he beheld his fifth-born, that he would have whipped him soundly. But his mother would by no means allow that. She gave him preserved peach and cream toast instead.
"For you'll never do such a thing again, will you?" demanded she, tenderly.
Philemon gazed lovingly at her, with a mouth full of toast. "Catch me," said he.
JAPANESE CHILDREN.
Here we have a genuine picture of Japanese kodoma. They are in every-day dress, with hair and shoes just as one sees them in their own village. There is the baby carried pickapack, and laid on the back of its sister like a slice of meat on a sandwich. Baby's head is shaved as smooth as one's palm, and kept so until it is two years old. Then the next style—a little fringe of hair above the ears and one near the neck—will be proper. The next step will be a tiny top-knot and a circle, in addition to the ear-locks.