A GERMAN LESSON.

in an unknown tongue, and pressing closely about her on a very hot day. So,
after showing the grinning old lady the frightful scrawl that was supposed to be
so like her, Capable— and Hercules, who had tried to protect her— ran away
laughing and defeated, determined never to try to sketch again on market days.

It was one o’clock. The pilgrims were ravenously hungry. Their joy at
their successful bargains, therefore, hardly exceeded their delight at the sight of

 

“RUGS AND RAGS AND A PRIEST IN SABOTS.”?

delicious chicken and beefsteak, sweet white bread and golden butter at the
little Hotel St. Amand, which was their daily rendezvous for luncheon.

And you, kind readers, will, I am sure, be glad to know that their pilgrimage
to the Marche aux Chiffons was entirely successful; as they happily caught
neither smallpox nor scarlet fever from their precious rags.

Rose G. Kingsley.

 

AGE RIMWAN IESE SSi@iN:

HE teacher frowns, and his brow he knits,
As he cries to the mischievous, laughing Fritz,
‘Lass deinen Mund verschlossen sein,
So schliickst du keine Fliegen ein.”
Mrs. J. T. Greenleaf.