"Please don't, dada!" added Lessels, brokenly.
And dada only kissed the weary little faces of the supplicants, and laughed again until the tears ran down his cheeks.
"I believe dad's crying," said Lessels, in a stage whisper—"cryin' inside, an' laughin' outside!"
"Keep quiet, you little muff!" whispered Stanley, hoarsely. "Father looked like that when the doctor told him that I wasn't likely to die of fever after all. It's a laugh that stops crying."
"And one which is worth more than all the ordinary laughs of a lifetime, my boys," added the listener, quietly.
[LITTLE ROYALTIES.]
OUR FUTURE KING. | HIS BROTHER ALBERT.