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UNCLE SILAS'S ENCOUNTER WITH THE EVIL ONE.
Jocko makes a bolt for the woods to escape a cruel master.
Finds a nice box which is just the place to hide in;
But soon discovers his mistake, to the delight of Uncle Silas, who finds his trap sprung,
And bags what he thinks a fine buck rabbit.
Visions of a savory stew present themselves as he takes poor Jocko homewards,
Which are about to be realized, when Jocko
MAMIE (_crying_). "Oh, Tommie, my doll fell in the fire and got all burnt up! The prettiest one I had, too!"
TOMMIE (_just in from school_). "Don't cry, Mamie. Philosophy says matter can't be destroyed. Your doll is here yet, only it's not in the same form."
"Our library is a lovely room," said Robbie. "It's painted green."
"That's to match your papa, I guess," said Fred. "My papa says he's the greenest man he knows."
"What does your daddy do for a living?" asked Benny, whose father is an author.
"He's a stockbroker," said Johnny. "What's yours?"
"I do wish you'd read to me, grandmamma," said Mollie. "I don't care much for the stories, but your voice is sweeter'n merlasses."
I wish I lived in Topsytown, Where things are always upside down; I'd love it much, for then, you see, Too much mince pie'd be good for me.
"Just see that baby putting that little iron car in his mouth. What do you suppose he thinks it is?" asked the visitor.
"Guess he's heard it's a chew-chew car," said Wallie.
"I hate a sore throat," said little Jack. "They're very nice to keep you home from school, but they're horrid when you come to swallow buckwheat cakes."
"Well, Jimmieboy, I see your papa has put you in a book."