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"Him?" repeated Sir Wilkinson, utterly at "Of whom are you talking—your grandmother your governess - the maid?'

"Goodness, no! Grandy 's all right, and Cousin Marian 's gone out walking, and Claudine's fluting her caps, I guess. It 's Beelzebub that 's sick. Here he is on the sofa. He's gone to sleep, now, dear little thing! But you just ought to have seen him. He would have scared you well! his eyes all rolling, and kind of shivering all over, don't you know, and his legs jerking like anything. Poor, darling, blessed, little mite of a thing!" explained Nina, turning down the corner of her grandmother's sealskin cloak, in which she had wrapped the interesting sufferer. "Here he is."

Sir Wilkinson stared. Sir Wilkinson glared. Sir Wilkinson could not believe his senses; he was struck speechless by the unparalleled audacity of the act; he turned positively purple. "And do you mean to say that you have dared- that you have presumed — that you have had the consummate impudence to send for me to prescribe for your pug?"

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The violence of his emotion was so great, the capacity of his sonorous lungs so unusual, that "pug" did not seem a word at all, but sounded like a rocket exploding hissingly in midair. Sir Wilkinson was never nearer having a fit himself; and, aware of the fact, he became his own patient, hastily loosening his cravat a little, and dashing up the window with a bang that shook the room, and brought Mrs. Andrews in, trembling with nervousness.

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"A pug! A pug! I called in to a pug!" shouted Sir Wilkinson, striding furiously up and down the room. "It is the most impudent· the most preposterous- -the most outrageous proceeding that was ever heard of! Did you know of this, madam?" wheeling and facing Mrs. Andrews, who was petrified with amazement. Then, without waiting for an answer, he went on: "Very well, madam; I have the honor to wish you and your charming granddaughter a very good morning. It may be customary in the States for respectable physicians to attend pugs; but it is not the case in England, allow me to inform you." And with a truly awful mien, Sir Wilkinson took his departure, stumbling over his assistant at the door, hastening down-stairs, and flinging himself into his brougham.

Next morning's post brought Sir Wilkinson's bill. It was enormous, even for him. "Look at it, Marian!" Mrs. Andrews cried

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LITTLE BOOBOO IN THE LITTLE LAKE.

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"Boo -boo!" said Robbie's father. Robbie opened his eyes and sat up. "Boo-boo!" he answered sleepily. "Boo-boo!" said his father again, and jumped at him.

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"Boo boo!" answered Robbie, but now his eyes were wide open.

Then the big Booboo took the little Booboo up in his arms and carried him down to the garden- for they lived much. of the time in summer in the garden, and only slept in the house.

And the garden was full of roses, and daisies, and pinks, and many, many flowers besides.

In the shade of a great big tree was a tiny little lake. And what do you think? The little Booboo took off his nightgown and waded out into the lake!

He had his bath in the little lake in the garden- not in a bath-tub at all, but in the little lake in the garden!

The water came up, up, up to his chin, but he was n't a bit afraid.

"I'm a fish! I'm a fish!" he shouted and down he splashed and swam like a fish. He was only four years old - the little Booboo, but he could certainly, certainly do a great many things for his age. could swim as well as his father.

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And the big Booboo sat on a rock and watched him.

He often swam in the lake himself, and knew what fun it was.

And little maid Annie came down the walk and told them that breakfast was ready.

So out of the water Robbie came, and soon had his legs in his trousers.

For the little Booboo wore trousers too, and a coat, and a pair of suspenders - just like his father's!

And then they went over to breakfast, on the other side of the garden,- they always ate in the garden.

But before they sat down to the table the big Booboo stood on his head! On the smooth green lawn he stood on his head! It was a way he had, when he was glad, of surprising the little Booboo.

The table was set where the roses grew all over a shady arbor.

And little maid Annie brought out the cakes, and the toast, and the chocolate too.

Then when big Booboo was seated at the table, and little Booboo was seated at the table, big Booboo in a big chair, and little Booboo in a little chair, Mama, all dressed in blue and white, jumped out into sight from behind a bush, and said: Boo-boo! Who knew? Not you. I've been all the time in the garden. I saw you taking your bath!"

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And the big Booboo laughed, "Ha! ha!"

And the little Booboo laughed, "He! he! Did you see me?"

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JEMIMA.

BY HARRIET CLARK MCLEAR.

SHE stands up straight before me,

With her prim old-fashioned air,

With her ancient dress and buckled shoes,
And quaint, cold, wooden stare.

The little modern maidens

Think her "queer" and "old" and "slow,"
But most dear was she to one fond heart,
Just ninety years ago.

Time has not dimmed the brightness
Of her black, well-painted eyes,

Nor stolen the roses from her cheeks;
But looks of grim surprise

Replace the loving glances

Which she must have given, we know,
When she saw her little mother's face,
Just ninety years ago.

Her arms are made of linen,

But the rest is all of wood;

And she stands up very stiff and straight,
As well-bred ladies should.

She likes to stand up always,

For she thinks it best to show

To the ill-bred modern dolls the ways
Of ninety years ago.

No hair has she had ever,

So she quite despises curls,

And she thinks them fit for giddy pates

Of frivolous doll-girls.

She thinks hair is not needed;

For she says 't was never so

In the good old days when she was young,
Just ninety years ago.

She wears three caps as always
Made, the innermost, of lace,

And the outermost with ruffles wide,
Which come about her face.

The middle one of cambric;

They were all once white as snow,

But have browned with age since they were made Just ninety years ago.

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