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ABOUT CHILDREN.
Yesterday
Miss Miller said
her friend, Mrs.
Thompson, was
wrapped up in a
beautiful camel's
hair shawl which
she said she paid
$2,000 for at
Stewart's.
“That's nothing
at all,” said
my Uncle Consider.
“I know
a lady up in
Litchfield who is wrapped up in a beautiful home-made
baby that she won't take $200,000 for!”
Uncle Consider is crazy on home-made things.
LITTLE NELL.
Little Nellie, whom we all see every day dancing
around the parlors, won her mother's permission to
sit up in the ball-room every night for a week, by proving
that she had four fathers.
How did she do it? This was the way:
“Now, ma, I have one more father than no little
girl, haven't I?
“Yes, pet.”
“Well, no little girl has three fathers; and if I have
one more father than no little girl, then I must have
four fathers.”
Alas! we've all got forefathers, but little Nellie went
a step farther than us all in her logic.
SIMPLICITY.
Another little girl toddled
up to a venerable “mother in
Israel” yesterday who was leaning
over engaged in reading,
and, smoothing her little hand
cautiously over the old lady's
beautiful silver hair, she said:
“Why, ou has dot such funny
hair—ou has.” Then, pausing
a moment, she looked up
and inquired, “What made it
so white?”
“Oh, the frosts of many winters
turned it white, my little
girl,” replied the old lady.
“Didn't it hurt ou?” asked the little thing, in childish
amazement. It was the first time she had ever
seen gray hair.
CHILDREN HALF PRICE.
One day I took a crowd of children in Saratoga
little Johnny Wall, who has always been troubled because
he had no little sister to
play with. When he asked his
mother to get him a little sister,
she always put him off with:
“Yes, Johnny, when children
get cheap I'll buy you a little
sister. You must wait.”
So to-day when Mr. Jarvis
read these letters on Educated
Ben's tent—
Children half price—15 cents.
little Johnny jumped straight up and down, clapped
his hands, and exclaimed:
“Oh, Untle Eli! now mamma can buy a itty sister
for me, for itty children ain't only half price now—
only 15 cents.”
AMBITIOUS CHILDREN.
When Johnny came back, his mother showed him a
picture of a jackass with long ears in a picture-book,
when this colloquy occurred:
“Does ou see itty dackass, mamma, stan'in' all loney
in ze picsur?” asked the little three-year old.
“Yes, dear.”
“Oh, mamma, Nursey been tellin' Donney all about
dood, an' no kind nursey 't all. Poor
itty dackass hasn't dot no Bidzet to
dess him c'ean an' nice, an' he hasn't
any overtoat yike Donney's 't all. Oo
solly, mamma?”
“Yes, dear, I am very sorry. Poor
itty dackass! Dot nobody 't all to
turl his hair pritty, has he, Donney?
an' he hasn't dot no soos or tockies
on his foots. Dot to yun an' tick all
day in 'e dirt. Tan't ever be put to seepy in his itty
beddy 't all, 'an—”
“O mamma!” interrupted Johnny.
“What, baby?”
“I wiss I was a itty dackass.”
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