St Nicholas [serial] . sea-anemones, leading up to it. The sea-anemonesbowed, and waved their fringes to the mermaid,and welcomed her home. I have here a poor little urchin who has beenaughty, and has been punished ; but now he wibe good, and happy. said the mermaid. Then they went into the conch-shell, and arounand around, and up the spiral stairs, that wetpinked at every step, till at last the mermaid piTommy into a little bed like a rosy pink sunseand kissed him good-night. You wont want to get up and look for pagain, will you ? said she. I just guess not! answered Tommy; arthen he fell asl
St Nicholas [serial] . sea-anemones, leading up to it. The sea-anemonesbowed, and waved their fringes to the mermaid,and welcomed her home. I have here a poor little urchin who has beenaughty, and has been punished ; but now he wibe good, and happy. said the mermaid. Then they went into the conch-shell, and arounand around, and up the spiral stairs, that wetpinked at every step, till at last the mermaid piTommy into a little bed like a rosy pink sunseand kissed him good-night. You wont want to get up and look for pagain, will you ? said she. I just guess not! answered Tommy; arthen he fell asleep, while she sang to him son;about the sea. When he woke up, the sunshine was streamirover him. I did think of giving him some paregorimaam, nurse was saying. But after a Iittwhile he stopped crying, so I did not get up. Why ! I must have dreamed it ! said Tomnto himself. Just then he looked down and saw sonpie-crust crumbs in his bed. I dont kno\though, he thought. May be it was true. M;be I really was—a— THE RIDE WITH THE MERMAID. : \ CECILE AND LULU. 531 CECILE AND LULU. (Translation of French Story in April Number.) By A. A. Chapman. What are those funny black marks, Cecile,: we see everywhere on the walls ? Letters, Lulu ; dont you know them ? No, Cecile ; nobody has ever taught me them. Alas ! how you have been neglected, my poor2 one; but when one must work all day long to1 a living, one does not easily find the oppor- ty either to teach or to study. I myself have otten a great deal of what I used to know whenwere happy. But what I still remember, I will h to you, littleby little, as I find time. Why are we so poor, Cecile ? It is our misfortune, my child ; we must bearith patience until Heaven sends us better days,y, if we could find our uncle, all our troublesMdend. Why do we not go and look for him at once, ile ? My child, I did look for him everywhere until ny money was gone. But dont let us think ofi any more. You are going to take a lesson, know. Here
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