"If I caught him—" Taffy began; but the poor child, who for two minutes had been twisting his face heroically, interrupted with a wail:
"Oh, mother! my foot—it hurts so!"
(To be continued.)
ROMANCE
Say that the days of the dark are dawning,
Say that we come to the middle years,
The workday week that hath no bright morning,
The life that is dulled of its hopes and fears—
But, the cooled blood still and the tired heart scorning,