And it finally happened, while looking around, That, beside a big shell, a small star-fish they found,— Such a wonderful sight, that two pairs of blue eyes Grew large for a moment with puzzled surprise.
Then—"I know," said one, with his face growing bright, "It's the dear little star that we've watched every night; But last night, when we looked, it was nowhere on high, So, of course, it has dropped from its home in the sky!"
CAPTAIN JACK'S FOURTH-OF-JULY KITE.
By Daniel C. Beard.
"Well, if that isn't the queerest sight!" exclaimed a passenger on the cars going from Flushing to New York, last Independence Day.
And all the passengers on that train, and on all other trains during the day, echoed the same words. It was a very strange occurrence.