THE HHOILILYY BOW,

for this Tithe mam, [His white wooll cap matehes his white
coat; the ned! stimpes on cach, match the color of the hellly-
bennies. His checks are almost as red, amd his eyes are
dark amd lowimg. His soft voice iim brokem words, his
gentile ways, you can hardly imagine, even with his picture
in your hand. Bit you see lhe is a daurlimg !

Next to midiimg, lhe lowes best to play horse. He was
idiing Ibis stick horse ome day rownd and round the room,
whem mamuna lhad a Iheadkache..

“Please, Will” she said, “be a Give more quiet !”

Boy began to move slowly, saying : “I won't let him trot,
mammal!” But soon he forgot and was making mamma giddy,

“ Deer mama. |!” he begwed, “ dust let me show his gait |”

The stick-horse wemt slower and slower, till it stopped ;
and the little rider curled wp om the foot of mamma’s couch
and wemt to sleep.

He has a crooked tomgue, when he is talking fast; at
least, he said : “Mammawamts her blub-euttoner !” when he
wemt to sister for the elove-buttoner. The vinegar-jug he
calls the yrmegur-bug. One day he came home from riding
and told that they had gome as far as the ¢az/-goat, when
he meant toll-ate.

When a mew horse was brought home Will asked with
delight : “Do we belong to that horse, now, papa?”

When sister crowds him a little, he says: “P’ese sit a
“ittle mearer off!” He does not like much butter on his
bread ; “It makes it so sippy!” he says.

Good-bye, dear Will Winter !

 

 

 

 

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