FUZZY-WUZZY
THE Dunce teased the Chinaman a great deal after his experience with the pinching-bug, but the little fellow took it in good humor.
“Allee same me havee chance to laughee at you sometime maybe,” said the Chinaman. “Me no get mad but me likee chance to laugh at you.”
“All right Chink,” laughed the Dunce, “if I ever get a pinchin’-bug on my shirt tail you can laugh yourself sore.”
“Well me waitee; maybe time come when me allee same laughee,” said the Chinaman.
The Chinaman’s chance came sooner than he expected. Every Sunday afternoon the Teenie Weenies took a long walk, for it was healthful to walk in the fresh air, and besides it made them hungry for the fine dinner which the Cook always prepared.
One Sunday during their walk the little people stopped to pay a short call on an old hen and her chickens who lived some little distance from the shoe house. After chatting with the hen and her children for some time the little people continued their walk through a big open field where they finally sat down to rest on a soft, mossy bank.
“Where’s the Dunce?” asked the General, as he sat down beside the Lady of Fashion.
“I haven’t seen him since we left the old hen,” answered the little lady.