"'Little dog Jack, he broke his leg;
But now he's come back, peg-a-ty-peg!'"
This was the end of the story, and Ned was so quiet that his mother thought he was asleep. But, all of a sudden, he looked up, with a smile, and said, "I'm going out now to have a game of foot-ball."
"Why, what has become of that toothache?"
"All gone," said Ned.
"Why, that is a most wonderful cure. We will go and tell the dentist about it to-morrow."
MRS. HENRIETTA R. ELIOT.
