Annual (May 1900) . e top ofher voice, and the messenger boy sidled towards the hall way. 1 was left alone, with thealmost empty box in my hand. All that remained in it was a chameleon — the dearestlittle green thing imaginable, with its impertinent head cocked on one side, and its brightlittle eyes peering out In the most inquisitive manner. We had a great laugh over our alligator scare, and then we began to search for themissing chameleons. We shook the curtains, turned tables and chairs upside down,crawled under the piano, shook out the rugs, and even turned the pictures, but not a traceof
Annual (May 1900) . e top ofher voice, and the messenger boy sidled towards the hall way. 1 was left alone, with thealmost empty box in my hand. All that remained in it was a chameleon — the dearestlittle green thing imaginable, with its impertinent head cocked on one side, and its brightlittle eyes peering out In the most inquisitive manner. We had a great laugh over our alligator scare, and then we began to search for themissing chameleons. We shook the curtains, turned tables and chairs upside down,crawled under the piano, shook out the rugs, and even turned the pictures, but not a traceof the little runaways did we find. Finally they were given up for lost and we prepared toretire, Mrs. Thorpes good-night message to her daughter, being, Bessie, dont sleep withyour mouth open to-night. The next morning found the little rascals holding an indignationmeeting on the green piano cover, their little tongues lolling out of their mouths, anxiouslyawaiting their feast of flies. Millie H. Loefer, June,
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