[THE BOY IN THE BOX.]
BY HELEN C. BARNARD.
"You haven't any more ambition than a snail, Joe Somerby!" said energetic Mrs. Somerby to her husband, as, with sleeves rolled to the elbow, she scoured the kitchen paint.
Joe, who was smoking behind the stove, slowly removed his pipe to reply:
"Wal, if I haint, I haint; and that's the end on 't!"
"What would become of us if I was easy, too?" continued his spicy partner. "Why can't you have a little grit?"