CeHeAG PE aban Xe Tole,
RICK’S FANS.

ON’T you think, doctor, that the Japanese
people are funny, to have so many fans?”
asked Rick, running in from the street.

“Tt might seem so, but then” — here the
doctor looked at the little fellow who was trying
to carry a quantity of fans in his hand— “but
then somebody else seems to like fans also.
Where did you get so many?”

“Oh, I picked ’em up in the street. Some I
bought, you know, for they are so cheap. I am
going to give them away to my friends.”

- Here Rick arranged them in order, as shown

 

in the illustration.

“There, that first one, a sort of half-round one, is for Aunt Mary;
“the next, that opens and shuts, is for mother; the round one is
for Nurse Fennel, and those three others are for my three cousins— Aunt
Mary’s girls. The one with the long handle is Uncle Thomas’, because
—bhecause he has short arms, but a long neck, and has some way to
reach up. The little one at the bottom is for a baby in the next
house.”

“But, Rick, you have not disposed of all the fans.”

Lay