She will soon be far away from cold weather, and when she reaches India, she will laugh at the thought of ever being bundled up in all that fur.
JANE OLIVER.
LAWN-TENNIS.
John sits on a three-legged stool. What is he doing? We can't tell, for we can't see through him: so we must guess. I guess he is watching a game of lawn-tennis.
I think I see one of the players that John has his eye on. It is a bright little girl. Her name is Julia. Look at her. She is having fine fun. John hopes that her side will win. And so do I. Let us all give three cheers for her.