After all it seemed like "fun." Anyway, it was one of Mattie's dazzling experiences; so we got in, I feeling quite finely, and prepared to enter into the spirit of everything. Bob drove, and we girls sat inside.
[to be continued.]
[MR. THOMPSON AND THE SWALLOWS.]
BY ALLAN FORMAN.
Mr. Thompson was sitting in the barn belonging to the farm where he had been spending the summer. He looked very disconsolate, and from time to time heaved such deep sighs as to greatly disturb the family of swallows who had their nest against the beam just above his head.
Poor Mr. Thompson had had a hard time all summer. First of all, he had met Miss Angelina, who had captured his heart; and everybody knows that the most miserable object on earth is an old bachelor in love.
"Oh, had I wings of a bird, I would fly—" murmured Mr. Thompson to himself.
"Course you would," interrupted a saucy voice.
Mr. Thompson looked up. On the edge of the mud nest just above his head sat a bright-looking barn-swallow, eying him curiously.