MARGOT AND THE BEETLE.

“COMING, coming, coming!” said Margot, as she knelt on
the grass, and watched the big, beetle crawling up her
pinafore. “Coming at last!” said Marie, giving the tree a
good shake; “get out of the way, Margot.” Margot
began to feel very uncomfortable. It was all very well for

Marie to say, “Get out of the way,” but how could she

get out of the way? The beetle was crawling, crawling,

crawling! It would soon be on her neck, and she did not

like to touch it with her fingers. She bore it as long as
she could; then she said, ““Oh Marie, Marie, it’s come!”
Marie gave the tree another shake, and cried “Bravo |”
Then her fingers slipped, and she tumbled backwards on
the top of her small sister. Fortunately, neither of them
were hurt, and both were pleased; for, when Margot

picked herself up, the beetle had disappeared;-and Marie

saw Margot’s bonnet, which had — been caught in the

tree, lying on the ground. Marie ran. to pick it up.
“Were you talking about that?” said Margot. “Of

course,” said Marie. . “Weren't you?” Margot shook her

head. ‘Never mind,” she said. “We are both glad.”

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