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day of all times. ‘‘ Jack on the green,”
‘¢ Mother Gray,” ‘* Old woman from Sunder-
land,””—every thing that has fun in it, may
thank it for existence. Bless the noisy old
games, and then such friendships as get
formed then,—ah, city children may drive
their hoops over the brick pavements, and eat
their dinners at home, of what a real inter-
mission is they know nothing at all, thank
them.

Great was the rush to obtain exclusive
companionship with Alice Lisle, that day.

‘¢ Alice, Alice, come with me, Alice
Lisle! ’’ ‘* No, no, with me, Alice!” ‘* No,
with me!’ ‘Let me have hold of your hand,
Alice,” and ‘‘ Alice I’ve such a place to show
you,” were the cries, as a host of noisy girls
contended about her desk.

Little Louise Carl said nothing, but by
some chicanery of her own, when Alice got