50 Little Cousins.

 

nice to have a girl to talk to, and
not only boys. This remark
pleased me, though when I thought
of Bobbie,it sounded rather strange.
Indeed, I am not sure that I was
not a little too fond of boys’ play.

I remember feeling rather dis-
appointed one day when she said
to me in the garden—

“Sissy, let's come and have a
nice quiet walk together, and leave
the boys to play by themselves.”

Now, three of the boys were
just preparing for a military march,
one with a bright flag, another with
a trumpet, and another with a sword-
stick, so-called; and there was a