There is a buzz of pleased anticipation, and then a small voice is heard:—
"Oh, Kitie Jimes, will your mother lend my mother your kike o' smellin' soap next Tuesday evenin', an' you can 'ave our fryin'-pan?"
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THE SACK RACE.
From a Photo. by][George Newnes, Ltd.
In the girls' noisy room they were playing "London Bridge" and "Kiss-in-the-Ring," but it was tame work in comparison with the uproarious diversions of the stern sex below. When the boys' boxing contest was over they had a sack race, but a small group of youngsters were observed making for the door.
"W'ere you goin', 'Arry?" asked a friend.
"Me? Oh. I'm goin' with Johnson."
"W'ere's Johnson goin'?"