THE INVENTION
“I’LL bet that little girl has wondered many times how her bear was mended,” chuckled the Old Soldier, as he stirred up the fire with a big darning needle which the little folks used for a poker.
“She must consider it quite a mystery,” said the Lady of Fashion.
“Speaking of mysteries,” cried the Turk, “does anybody know what the Dunce is up to?”
The Dunce had been locking himself up in his room for the last few days, in a most mysterious way. He seemed very important and he refused to answer questions.
“I’ll bet he is building something,” ventured the Cowboy. “He’s been hammering away all day.”
“I saw him sneaking along this morning with a cork on his shoulder,” said the Cook.
