"Doesn't she have any other stomach for it to go into then, mamma?"
"Yes, two more. Do you have four stomachs, like a cow?"
"No, of course I don't. I don't chew cuds."
"Well, you may get a brush and dust-pan, and brush up that hay-seed from the carpet; then come with me, and I'll show you a picture of a giant kangaroo with her baby in a fur bag."
"Oh! where does she live, mamma?"
"Brush up that hay-seed, then I'll tell you all about her," said mamma. With this promise in view, Johnny hastened to brush up the litter he had made, talking to himself the while, somewhat after this wise,—
"Chew away, old cow! You'll have to keep your big teeth going all night to keep all those stomachs at work. One stomach, two stomachs, three-e-e, four-r-r. All ready, mamma!"
MRS. G. I. HOPKINS.
