“138 OUR HAPPY HOME.

I appeal to the present company as wit-
nesses—hasn't the tea been bad lately?”
“Awful!” cried George. oe
_ “Below even workhouse fare,” added
Walter: “Oh! it was such fun, Pattie.
We were all down late last Sunday
moming. the govermor, and ma, and
Betsy, and everybody, and just as the
kettle was got to boil, lo and behold!
the key or the tea caddy | ‘could not be
found. We searched high and low for
it, and at last Betsy fished it up out of

the coal- -SCOOp.)

“Tt’s very easy to lose a key out of
one's pocket,” said Pattie. .

“So, in a great hurry and flurry mother
went to. work, pouring in the hot water,
putting on the cosy, and scolding us all
the time it was brewing.”

“Or supposed to be,” corrected Rene,

“Why did mother scold your

“Qh, because we were not shedding
tears of sympathy with her; we were
grinning at one another, you know. And
George took advantage of the dilemma