If the four new kittens should resemble their mother, I'm afraid the robins will have to fly away from your apple-trees, Harry. Thank your mamma for remembering those nice stories about Louis. Next time she must tell us some of your droll little speeches.
LATE.
The minute-hand points to the quarter,
And Jennie is there at the gate;
The clock is too fast, I am certain—
It always is fast when I'm late.
There! Jennie has gone on without me.
Mean thing! pray why couldn't she wait?
Has any one seen my examples?
Please, mother, help look for my slate.
I wonder who last had the shoe-hook;
My pencil has dropped in the grate.
How everything hinders a person
So sure as a person is late!
Glendale, Ohio.
As I have never seen a letter from this place. I thought I would write one to Our Post-office Box.
We are to have our school picnic next month, and we shall have a Queen and King. We have not selected them yet, but intend doing so in about two weeks. We will have a May-pole dance and a band of music. All the scholars are looking forward to the day with great pleasure. I will write again after the picnic, and tell you all about it.
Carrie C.
Are the King and Queen chosen to their positions for their beauty, their scholarship, or their winning ways? I suppose the other pupils vote for them. Do you remember the story of "Susie Kingman's Decision," and has anything like it ever happened in your school? When I was a little girl I used to look forward to our May party just as you do. We elected our Queen and her Maids of Honor, but had no King, as our only boy school-mates were little fellows just tall enough to make the sweetest small pages you ever saw. The Queen's crown was a wreath of roses, and two of the girls carried it between them to the woods on a board.