"Ah! that you will hear at the launch," said Arthur.
"It's the 'Artful Dodger,'" whispered brother Henry.
Alfred Selwyn.
TOT'S TURNOVER.
Sugared and scalloped and cut as you see,
With juicy red wreath and name, t-o-t,
This is the turnover dear little Tot
Set in the window there all piping hot:
Proud of her work, she has left it to cool:
Benny must share it when he's out of school.
Scenting its flavor, Prince happens that way,
Wonders if Tot will give him some to-day.
Benny is coming, he's now at the gate—
Prince for himself decides not to wait.
Oh, pity! 'tis gone, and here you and I
See the last that Tot saw of that pretty pie.
M. A. C.