120 ‘THE SILVER LAKE STORIES.

ways considered it the highest privil-
ege to be allowed to put my eye, inas-
much as this was a reward for good
behavior. I think I must have shut
the wrong eye, but still I never could
discover that my playmates were more
fortunate in this respect than myself.

“Do you see anything ?” Miss Ameri-
ca would say. “Yes, ma’am.” “Well,
what do you see?” “I see something
green, ma'am,” with both eyes wide
open, looking each side of the telescope
at the trees in the park. “ Well, that’s
it,’ she would say; “now get down,
and let another little girl look.” What.
it was, I have never known to this day.