“THOSE BOYS!”

“Ou dear, those boys!” sighed Nurse. ‘ They are always
in mischief,” said Priscilla. “But: after all, Nurse, you
must remember that they are only boys: perhaps they will
grow wiser as they grow clder.” And Priscilla, who was
feeling very grown-up in her new dress, walked out of the
Nursery into her own room. She sat down on a chair
in front of the looking-glass, and drew a letter out of her
pocket. The house was very quiet, but the stairs were
creaking queerly, as if someone were trying, to creep up
them without making a noise. — Priscilla was too full of
herself and her letter to notice it. She did not even hear
her room door pushed gently open; and she was very
much astonished when a voice behind her said, Darling
Fannie, I have a new dress, and I think I look lovely ——”
Of course, it was one of the boys. and the other was
standing behind him, laughing. Priscilla jumped up to
chase them; but her dress was caught, and there was a
sound of-stitches giving way. ‘Oh dear, those boys!”
sighed Priscilla. ‘‘ Perhaps they ~ will “grow wiser as

they gtow older,” said a voice from the © Nursery.