Mother. "Well, darlings, what are you playing?"
Margaret. "We're playing at weddings. I'm the bride and Betty's the bridesmaid."
Mother. "But where's the bridegroom?"
Margaret. "Oh, this is a very quiet wedding."
THE REEFS.
All the grim rocks that stand guard about Scilly—
Wingletang, Great Smith and Little Granilly,
The Barrel of Butter, Dropnose and Hellweather—
Started to boast of their conquests together,