THE LITTLE FOLKS.
Maud (an aristocratic child) : “ How pretty and clever you are, mother! I'm so glad you married into our family.’ — Punch, A lazy boy was complaining that his bed was too short; when his father sternly replied, “ That is because you are always too long in it, sir.” A teacher in a public school in Franklin, N. H., questioning a class in geography, asked : “ Where does the Merrimack river rise ?” and was promptly answered: “ Down back of Warren Daniell's barn. ’’ “ Mamma," says four-years-old Minnie, “ what are we made of?" “ Dust, my dear,” replies mamma. Not long after Minnie is heard instructing her younger brother. “Do you know what we are made of? ’ she asks. “No.” “Well, now, 111 tell you, and you must allers ’member it. We are made of sawdust ” A class of little “ primary ” children were busily engaged in their reading lessons. They read in order, something like the following :
<1 The hat is in the box.” “ The man is m the box ” “ The rat is in the box.” “ The cat is in the box." When all at once up came a chubby little hand, the signal for permission to sneak. “Well, what is it, Mattie? said the teacher. “I fink ’e box ’ood'be full after, a while • It was in one of the Sunday-schools m Detroit the children were singing the oldfashioned hymn, “ Jordan,” and the boys roared out at the top of their voices the inspiring query ; . “ What, never part again ? To which the girls responded very sweetly ; “No, never part again.” When the boys repeated, with an additional ring: . “ What, never part again ?" The girls responded, “ Hardly ever part again.” And school was dismissed. Granny Myers sat upright in the great armchair, knitting away at a long blue sock. Peter was studying his grammar lesson, and found it hard to understand. The pretty young lady who taught the district school was trying to make it plain. “ Now, Peter,” she said, ‘‘ if T address you in this way, ‘Peter Myers, I wish you to send your dog Nero out of the room,’’ I bring all the persons into that simple request. You, being spoken to, are the second person j I, as the speaker, am the first, and Nero, being spoken of, is the third. Is not that quite easy ?” Granny was listening, 100. She stopped knitting, and said, with decision: ‘•Peter, put that book away directly. Go to bed. Miss Jane, if you’ve got sense to teach the boy, teach him, but never let me hear you tell him again that Nero, the dog, is a person. A person is a creature with a soul, Miss Jane,” Youths' Companion.
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Western Star, Issue 374, 21 August 1880, Page 9 (Supplement)
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446THE LITTLE FOLKS. Western Star, Issue 374, 21 August 1880, Page 9 (Supplement)
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