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The Little Folks.

— Old lady (to her niece) ; " Good gracious, Matilda, but it's cold ! My teeth are actually chattering." Loving niece: "Well, don't lee them chatter too much, or they may tell where you bought 'em."

— " Ma," said Bobby, "is it wrong for little boys to tie tin kettles to dogs' tails?" " Decidedly wrong, Bobby ; I hope you'll never do such a thing as that." " No, indeed, ma," replied Bobby emphatically, " all I do is to hold the dog."

— A Sunday school teacher was giving a lesson in Buth. She wanted to bring out the kindness of Boaz in commanding the reapers to drop large handfuls of wheat. "Now, children," she said, "Boaz did another nice thing for Buth; can you tell me what it was ?" " Married her," said one of the boys.

Six- Year Old.

A Verse by a Dere was a leedle dirl.

Who had a leedle turl, That hung upon her forrid

Now when this dirl was dood She was very very dood — But when she was bad— she was horrid !

— The pet of the family attempted to open a door, which stuck. She pulled and pulled, but could not move it. "D— n it 1" they were astonished to hear her say as she gave a supreme tug and the door yielded. " Why, what do you mean, Maud ?" exclaimed the horrified mamma.

" That's the way papa opens it," said Maud, innocently.

A Voraciou3 Appetite. A little girl came up from play : ' Ma, is it true 1 heard you say, There was a tiger t'other day Who died from eating sawdust ?'

' Yes, dear, the sawdust clean and sweet, Thrown in his cage to keep it neat, By chance he swallow'd with his meat ; And so they say it killed him.'

The child look'd up with frig-hten'd eye : ' My dolly,' she began to ory ; 'Oh, do you think that she will die ? For she's gone and eaten herself chock-full of sawdust.'

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Bibliographic details

Observer, Volume 9, Issue 57, 18 January 1890, Page 4

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The Little Folks. Observer, Volume 9, Issue 57, 18 January 1890, Page 4

The Little Folks. Observer, Volume 9, Issue 57, 18 January 1890, Page 4