GOOD RESOLUTIONS. 39

 Jack gave a roar of laughter.
 "Don't you believe it?" asked Polly, somewhat
relieved at his mirth.
 "No, Polly Hopkins, I don't quite."
 Sally told me though, Jack; I thought myself
that the bone must be very strong."
 "Very strong, indeed. But did she tell you any-
thing else, pet ?"
 Yes, Jack, she told me even a worse story about
Mr. Lane's nose, but maybe it's not true either,"
said Polly, grown bold now from her brother's
scepticism.
 Do tell me," urged Jack, trying to look grave.
 "Well, once there was one boy there that was
very bad, he said he wouldn't learn his collect, so Mr.
Lane gave a great szuff at him," here Polly per-
formed the part in pantomime with her own soft,
little, puttified nasal organ, and snuffed the poor
little boy right up into his own head;" Polly's eyes
opened as wide as they possibly could, and that
boy has been living quite inside Mr. Lane's brain
ever since."
 Jack at this account nearly choked himself laugh-
ing.
 "Then you don't believe that story either, Jacko ? "
asked the child in an inquiring voice, when her
brother's mirth had slightly abated. Well, Jacko,