PEEP AT OUR NEIGHBORS. 35

it would not hurt them. They would be
the better for it.

But, a little urchin who has been look-
ing over my shoulder, for the last ten or
fifteen minutes, pulls the sleeve of my
gown, and asks me if it is not almost
time for Uncle Frank to go back to
‘‘Our Neighbors,” and see about Parson
Daley and the Willow Lane youngsters.
The little fellow’s hint isa good one. I
must not throw it away because it came
from the brain of a child.

I was saying that Parson Daley could
talk well to children in their own lan-
guage. He could make things very
plain to their minds. He did not try