A QUICK-RUNNING SQUASH.

HARLES owned a garden. One morning
his father called him and pointing to four
stakes driven in the ground which certainly

had not been there the night before, said:

“All the land within those four stakes is yours,
your very own.”

Charles was delighted, and thanking his dear
father ran off to get his little cart, for he wished
at once to build a stone wall about his property.
He did not fear it would run away, but he knew