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CHAPTER XVIII.
THE CALICO PAPER.

ILL called the next two stories ‘The Laughing and
Crying. Philosopher.” She was studying Grecian His-
tory, and had come to Heraclitus and Democritus, I sup-
pose.
Like most of the stories, they both were true.
“ At least,” said Trotty, ‘“‘ they ’re a good ways true.”

“ Wuere ’s the hand-bag ?”

“ Here ’s the sun-umbrella!”

“ The baby ’s swallowed the shawl-straps !”’

“No, she has n’t. She’s sitting in the custard-pudding!”

“ Here are the straps! Bib ’s hung himself to the entry-
lamp with them. And here are your tips, mother. And
don’t forget the little gray shawl. O Alta! where ’s the
lunch-box? Did you put slices in between the mustard? I
mean —””

“ Here ’s the coach this minute, and I can’t find the key
to the hat-box anywhere! Mari! Alta! Mari! Don’t
let the baby tumble down the steps till she gets her face
washed !”

“ Here, Bib, hold still, sir! Where ’s your jacket? Stop