L. M.
PANSY'S SECRET.
Pansy had a secret, and nobody could find it out. She would come down stairs in the morning, and seat herself at the breakfast-table, and then papa would say, "Well, Pansy, are you going to tell us your secret to-day?"
Pansy would shake her head, and reply, "You must guess it, papa! Can you not guess it?"
"Well, I guess you have a new tooth coming."
"Oh, no, that is not it. Mother can guess better than that, I think. It concerns you, mother."
"Well, I guess," said mother, "that you are to have the present of a kitten from aunt Julia."
"And I guess," said brother John, who was five years older than Pansy, "I guess you are knitting a pair of woollen cuffs for papa."
