THE . BANDY-CHAIR.

“ BosBIE, can’t you. walk a little quicker,” said Pollie. But
Bobbie’s legs were short, and Bobbie’s legs were tired, and
Bobbie felt quite sure that he could not walk a little bit
quicker. ‘Shall I tell you a story, Bobbie?” said Bertha ;
“then perhaps you will forget that you are tired.” Bobbie
smiled, and tried to look pleased. ‘Once upon a time,”
said Bertha, “there was a rat which had a very long tail.”
Bobbie’s smile disappeared. ‘The path across the cornfield
looks like a long tail,’-he said. “ Don’t you think I might
sit down for a minute, Pollie?” — Pollie felt very much
inclined to cry; she was tired herself, and hungry, too, and
it was long past tea-time. «y wish we could carry tin
said Bertha. ‘“He’s so heavy,” said Pollie. “TH try to
walk,” said Bobbie bravely. “ Pollie,” cried Bertha, oe
know what we can do. We'll give him a bandy-chair.”
Pollie clapped her hands, Bobbie cried “Hurrah!” and
very quickly the chair was made, and Bobbie mounted in it.
Mother was watching for the children at the door. ‘Isn't
_ this a grand way of getting him home?” ‘cried. Bertha.
“Capital,” said mother, smiling back at the three children.