A tiny frown drives all the smiles away.
She scans the image with a rueful stare,
Then turning from it with a quivering lip,
The fickle baby wails in deep despair.
"What is it that disturbs my little pet?"
She cannot pull his hair!
W. G.
FEEDING THE DUCKS.
PEAK for it if you want it," said little Johnny, holding out a piece of bread to the old duck.
She had just come in with her large family from a swim in the pond.