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G. What for?

J. My father had a little shop. He
had a. book, called an account book,
which he wrote in every day. He kept
it very carefully. Mischief could hardly
lift it, but he dragged it away to the
top of the house, one day. There he
sat on the roof, tearing out the leaves.
The wind carried them down before the
windows. ‘What is that?” said my
father. “Only some paper,” said my
mother. “But where does it come
from?” Down came another leaf, and
then another. I ran out, and got one.
My father saw it in my hand. “T de-
clare, it is my day-book,” said he, “s
will shoot that monkey. I cannot bear
with him any longer.” He guessed it
was Mischief, who was tearing it to
pieces. But when he saw him, grinning,
and chattering, he laughed. He could
not shoot him. So I took a piece of
cake, and went and called him. Down
went the book into the yard in a minute,
and he came to get the cake. I caught
the rogue, and brought him down stairs.
“You must sell Mischief directly,” said
my father. SoIdid. I have not seen
him since.

G. O, I am sorry. But do let me
saw, John. I want to saw. It looks
very easy. I think I could saw very
well indeed. I will not hurt myself.

J. Wait till L have sawed half through
this log, and I will let you try.

G. No. I want to begin. I would
not ask for the axe. O,no! I might
cut my foot off. Mamma——9O, mamma
said I must not trouble you. Do |
trouble you? Do I, John? But do
lend me the saw, will you, John? Please
jend it to me.

J. O, you little monkey !
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G. No,I am not a monkey. Amla
monkey, John ?

J. Ha, ha! No, no! Though you
are a very little boy, you know a great
many things poor Mischief could never
learn. You know how to be good, and
pleasant, and to make people happy.
Mischief would never have given me two
of his pears, if he had had any. He
would have run away to hide them
somewhere, till he was hungry.

G. Would he? If you do not wish
me to have the saw, John, then I will
not ask any more. No matter about it.
Am I in your way any? Now I do not
trouble you; do 1?

J. No, and I will let you just try to
move the saw. Push hard. You see
you cannot. It looks easy when I do it.
I am strong.

G. I could saw with a little saw.

J. You can play saw. I will make
you a little wooden saw, some time, one
which will not saw your fingers, nor
your clothes.

G. Thank you, John. I am going in
now, to tell mamma about it. Good bye,
John.

J. Good bye, little Georgie. —Child’s
Friend.

 
 
 
 
  
  
  
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
  
 
  
 
  
   
  
  

 

A Little Reasoner.

LITTLE boy asked his mother how

many gods there were. A

younger brother answered ,—

«Why, one to be sure.” ‘“ But

how do you know that?” inquired the

other. “ Because,” answered the younger,

“ God fills every place, so that there is
no room for any other.”
JE.