VERY GOOD READING

FOR YOUNG PEOPLE

By HOWARD PYLE

THE WONDER CLOCK. Large 8vo, Cloth, $3.00.

PEPPER AND SALT. 4to, Cloth, $2.00.

THE ROSE OF PARADISE. Post 8vo, Cloth, $1.25.

TWILIGHT LAND. 8vo, Half Leather. Ornamental, $2.50.

MEN OF IRON. 8vo, Cloth, $2.00.

A MODERN ALADDIN. Post 8vo, Cloth, $1.25.

By THOMAS W. KNOX

THE "BOY TRAVELLERS" SERIES: Adventures of Two Youths—In the Levant. In Southern Europe. In Central Europe. In Northern Europe. In Great Britain and Ireland. In Mexico. In Australasia. On the Congo. In the Russian Empire. In South America. In Central Africa. In Egypt and Palestine. In Ceylon and India. In Siam and Java. In Japan and China. Copiously Illustrated. Square 8vo, Cloth. Ornamental, $3.00 per vol.

OTHER BOOKS BY COLONEL KNOX:

The Young Nimrods in North America. The Young Nimrods Around the World. 2 vols., Copiously Illustrated. Square 8vo, Cloth, Ornamental, $2.50 each.

HARPER & BROTHERS, Publishers, New York

JOHNNIE. "Pa, is that the camel they put the last straw on?"

BEAUTIFUL.

"It must be lovely up here in winter," said Pollie to the farmer's wife.

"Why do you think that?" asked the good old lady.

"Oh, because—you have so many cows, I should think you'd have all the ice-cream you want."

A FATIGUING DAY.

"I'm very tired to-night," said Howard.

"What have you been doing?"

"Oh, I've been helping mow the hay," said Howard. "Why, I sat on Mr. Hayseed's lap and drove the horses that pulled the mower for two hours."

A LITTLE GIRL'S TRIBUTE.

"Mollie," said Mr. Hicks to his little daughter, as he sat down in the farm-house, "whom do you love best in all the world?"

"Mrs. Farmer," said Mollie. "Because, you know, at home, papa, I love mamma very much and cook very much, and here Mrs. Farmer is sort of both."

A WINDY-DAY THOUGHT.

"The wind's a fast reader," Said Tommy; "just look How the breeze turns over The leaves of my book!"

BOBBIE MAKES A SUGGESTION.

"I say, Poppy, why do they call mucilage mucilage?"

"What would you have them call it?"

"Gluecilage."

A CHANGE OF VIEW.

"Want to go home, Charlie? Why, my dear little boy, I thought you told me yesterday that you thought the farm was the only place to live?"

"W-well, I dud-did," sobbed Charlie. "But to-to-day I—"

"Well, go on, little man. What did you do?"

"To-to-to-day I sus-sat dud-d-d-down on a pup-pitchfork!"

A GREAT GAME.

"Why, Jacky, open the door and let Katie in. Don't you see it's raining?" cried Jacky's mother.

"I can't, mamma," said Jacky. "We are playing Noah's Ark. I'm Noah, and Katie is the sinners, and she must stay out in the wet."

A NATURAL REQUEST.

Jimmie had been told that his father went to town every day to make bread for the family. One day he was allowed to go to his father's office for him.

"Now, Poppie," he said, as soon, as they arrived, "bring out the dough."

JUST LIKE ME.

"You ought to come up and see our new baby," said Mattie. "He's perfectly beautiful."

"What does he look like?" asked Harry.

"Just like me," said Mattie.

One of our American line steamers landed its passengers in New York the other day after dusk. Among them was a son of Ireland, who, after hearty greetings from his friends, started to walk up one of the thoroughfares to see the great city of New York. His friends lost no opportunity to point out the wonders of the metropolitan city, and in a short time they had the poor fellow simply dazed with admiration and wonder, and willing to believe anything they told him. Suddenly he caught sight of a street arc light on its pole, and pulling up short, he grasped the arms of his friends nearest him, and exclaimed, "Faith, it's wonders and wonders, shure; if my eyes don't decave me yez have the moon stuck on a stick beyant there."

PERCY AT CAPE COD.

"This bluefish yawning on the beach, And jumping round head first, Is either very sleepy, or He's dying of his thirst."

THE RECEIPT.

"My Papa makes lots of money," said Wallie.

"What out of?" asked Johnnie.

"Soap," said Wallie.

"Pooh!" said Johnnie. "You can't make money out o' soap. Money's made o' gold and paper and silver."

THE LUMPS.

Helen had the mumps, of which she seemed very proud, but she didn't quite get the name right.

"I can't come over and play with you," she called out of the window to Jimmieboy, "because I've got the lumps."

And it seemed all right, because she really had lumps on her cheeks.