A LONG AGO STORY.

grandchildren as old as you perhaps. How

strange it seems |”

“She must have been a very nice little girl,
and so must Master Hugh have been —a nice
little boy, I mean. That story of ‘Mary Ann
Jolly’ was so interesting. I suppose they zever
did anything naughty?” said Floss  insin-
uatingly.

“Oh, but they did!” replied nurse, quite
unsuspicious of the trap laid for her. “Master
Hugh was very mischievous. Did I never tell
you what they did to their dog Cesar?”

“No, never,” said both the children in a
breath; “do tell us.”

«Well, it was one Sunday morning, to tell
it as mother told me,’ began nurse. “You
know, my dears,” she broke off again, “it
was in Scotland and rather an out-of-the-way
part where they lived. I know the place well,
of course, for it wasn’t till I was seventeen
past that I ever left it. It is a pretty place,
out of the way even now, I’m told, with rail-

ways and all, and in those days it was even