TANGLEWOOD PLAY-ROOM.

AFTER THE STORY.

oo RIMROSH,” asked Eustace, pinching her ear,
Z| “how do you like my little Pandora? Don’t
FX} you think her the exact picture of yourself ?
But you would not have hesitated half so long about
opening the box.” |

“Then I should have been well punished for my
naughtiness,” retorted Primrose, smartly ; “ for the first
thing to pop out, after the lid was lifted, would have
been Mr. Eustace Bright, in the shape of a Trouble.”

“Cousin Eustace,” said Sweet Fern, “did the box
hold all the trouble that has ever come into the
world ?” , |

“Every mite of it!” answered Eustace. ‘This very
snow-storm, which has spoiled my skating, was packed up
there.”

“And how big was the box ? ” asked Sweet Fern.

“Why, perhaps three feet long,” said Eustace, “ two
feet wide, and two feet and a half high.”

“Ah,” said the child, “ you are making fun of me,