MARGERY.

[UNCH,” said Margery one afternoon, “ Minnie has
come; let us go down and see her.”
Punch wagged his tail almost off, and followed
his mistress down-stairs.

  

“T came for my exercise book,” said Minnie, as she
greeted Margery. .

“Very well, I will get it,” replied Margery; “it is with
my books. I am ever so much obliged. I copied all your
questions, for I knew I did not get mine quite right when I
took them from the black-board. Oh, Minnie! who do you
suppose will get the medal? Don’t you hope you will?”

“Yes, and don’t you hope you will?”

They both laughed and settled down to a long talk about
the morrow’s examination.

Punch, meanwhile, finding himself in the background

where school interests were mentioned, trotted off in search of
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