THE DOGBERRY BUNCH,

83

 

Jack bawled “Le’s all go to Europe!” Rheem
cried that she was the prettiest ahd nicest young lady
in Chicag» or America!—if you only could see her
eyes |! —and her hair!

“She said Rheem looked just like her little brother
Marty,” said Rome.

“Let's build a summer residence on the old
place!” cried Jack.

* Mo, no, let’s stay here,” said Ben, “where we
can make our way in the world.”

“Petter divide into two parties,” quizzed Joslyn,
“anc 30 cover both fields at once.”

The idea of their ever being separated seemed

 

ludicrous ; they all laughed at it, except Rome, who
thought of Seth Thomas, and Priscilla White’s close
bedroom, and felt lonesome achings come up in her
throat.

I cannot say that they all fell upon each other’s
necks, but they fell to their dinner, and Joslyn and
Miss Gaff exchanged amused looks as their earnest
talk went round.

Just there I shall leave them, their paths in life
indicated, their hearts all beating as one heart, their
hands clustering together; a cosy, warm, ripening
Bunch ; a Bunch of the truest lovers in the world.

FINIS.

 

A BIT OF LOGIC.

 

BY ROSA

CRAHAM,

 

ABY Berry sat at table,
On the great Thanksgiving-day,
Gazing down upon tie platter,
Where the well-browned turkey lay ;
Berry’s first Thanksgiving-dinner —_
What did ail this wee beginner ?
* Don't you like it, dear?” I said;
Baby Berry raised her head,

Gped her blue eyes big and solemn,
* Does ‘ou fink,” the answer sped,

“It was wight to kill the turkey ?
Don’t seem wight at all to me,
Tause —” but our merry peals of laughter
Drowned her words ; and shamedly,
This rare-hearted young beginner
Picked at her belated dinner ;
Sudden looked, in smiling mood,
Up from her diminished food,
And said: “TI dess t’was wight to ‘xill him,
Or he would’nt taste so dood !”