. St. Nicholas [serial] . t it last night. He was so tired, that he went to sleep before he missed it; but I 11 try not to let it happen again. Was nt it clever of him ? He heard his father call something a thing-a-ma-jig one day, and he s called it that ever since. And the parents beamed fondly on their darling,who appeared at this juncture, fresh and smil-ing, with a sweet, clean kiss for every onewho would take it. Aunt Marthas stern facerelaxed for a moment, as the baby-lips werepressed to hers, and the clear little voice saidgravely, I hope you slept tight and wakedj bright, Aunt Martha!
. St. Nicholas [serial] . t it last night. He was so tired, that he went to sleep before he missed it; but I 11 try not to let it happen again. Was nt it clever of him ? He heard his father call something a thing-a-ma-jig one day, and he s called it that ever since. And the parents beamed fondly on their darling,who appeared at this juncture, fresh and smil-ing, with a sweet, clean kiss for every onewho would take it. Aunt Marthas stern facerelaxed for a moment, as the baby-lips werepressed to hers, and the clear little voice saidgravely, I hope you slept tight and wakedj bright, Aunt Martha! But it froze over again,with startling suddenness, as she turned to themisguided parents. How many times do you suppose you ve gotup to give him that thi—that egg-beater, since hetook this notion ? she inquired, sternly. Oh, not more than a dozen nor less than twelve,said her nephew, lightly. But he s not a bit spoiled ! said Aunt Mar-tha, sharply. Oh, no ! Not at all! Humph ! 2 I 2 EVERY BOY HIS OWN ICE-BOAT, [January,. THE KING OF FRANCE AND FOUR THOUSAND WENDREW THEIR SWORDS, AND PUT THEM UP AGAIN.—Old Rhyme. EVERY BOY HIS OWN ICE-BOAT. By Charles L. Norton. Very few skaters have not, now and then, to amoderate extent, made ice-boats of themselves bystanding up straight, with their backs to the wind,and allowing themselves to be blown along beforeit. Coats, held wide open, umbrellas, shawls, andthe like, have been used to gain greater speed;but, after all was done, there remained the longpull back against the wind—no laughing matter,with the thermometer in the twenties, or lower, anda howling north-wester sending the loose snow instinging sheets along the ice. There was so muchfun, however, in running down before the gale,that boys have always made light of working towindward. Why in the world it did not sooneroccur to some ingenious lad that he could turnhimself into an efficient ice-boat, is one of thosethings that cannot be explained ; but certain it isthat, until l
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