Lance nodded.
"When I'm home," he said. "I come to school near here, at Barnabas Academy. When I'm home I live quite near to where you're going to be. Oh, I do lots of things! Boys are so different from girls. I'm captain of our baseball club, for one thing, and we are jolly good cricketers too, I tell you. At home I do all sorts of things. Phyllis and I are great chums; Phyllis is a regular brick." He might have said more, but at this moment Phyllis reappeared. Nan looked at her a little anxiously. She wondered if she was going to feel offended with her about the note; but the young lady was perfectly cheerful, and even kissed Nan when she said, "Now, dear, we will go down to supper. Mrs. Grange is waiting."
[to be continued.]
[LITTLE MASTER QUIG.]
BY MARY A BARR.
| This tale's of little Master Quig, |
| Who, being little, wasn't big, |
| And many said, who understood, |
| That, being bad, he wasn't good. |
| When from his school he ran away, |
| Most people thought he didn't stay; |
| And I have heard, from those who know, |
| When he ran fast, it wasn't slow. |
| He always studied when compelled, |
| And always staid when he was held, |
| And always slept when not awake, |
| And left the thing he could not take. |
| To go to sea one day he planned, |
| And being there, was not on land, |
| And so stuck on a bar—alas! |
| For, being stuck, he could not pass. |
| The dark night found him in a fright, |
| For, being dark, it was not light. |
| The big waves rose and filled the boat, |
| And being full, it could not float. |
| And so, as I have heard it said, |
| They found him in the morning dead, |
| And men of sense do still maintain |
| He never more was seen again. |
