Lizzie and Mary were proceed
ing to morning school and, of
course, they couldn't resist the
attraction of gazing into shop
windows on their way.
Suddenly the former paused at
the window of the local photogra
pher and glued her eyes on a cer
tain picture. It was the annual
procession of school children
through the village. .
''Mary!" she shrieked excited
ly. "Come here !"
"What's the matter, Liz?"
asked the other.
"You see the photo of Annie
Smith in the third row there?"
"Yes," replied Mary.
"An' you see the pair o' shoes
"Well, that's me!"
He' was 3. most enthusiastic an
gler and thought he would seek a
new neighborhood in which to try
his skill. After tramping about for
a good many miles he came upon
a fair-sized pond in some low-lying
"Ah!" he said, with the keen
eye of an old sportsman, "I'll have
a shot at this!"
He had been fishing patiently
for an hour when a rustic passed
him and stared in open-mouthed
"I say, boy," he said, "are there
any fish here?"
"I don't-know, sir; if there be
any they must be very small."
"Why?" asked the fisherman.
' 'Cos," said the boy, "until the
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"Good gracious, what on earth,
ic'tVi mnttpr?" crasned the anprv
father. ."Why is there such a row
in the parlor?"
"Whyr dear, that's Mary andr
Jane practicing their new duet on,
the piano," said mother proudly.
"A duet! What, both of 'enf
playing at once?'i Father's voice
was hard and cold.
"Yes, of course." !
Father snorted with rage. T
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wear out that piano fast enough
when they play on it one at a
time, then?" he asked sarcastic4
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