KILLJOY'S BARGAIN.

"Well, I declare," said the Moonfay Boy, "There's old Killjoy, The meanest fish that ever did swim; He knows that I've no use for him. He eats my bait At a fearfal rate. I've changed it twice From flies to mice. From mice to slags. And potato-bugs, And still he bites. For the last ten nights I've caught nothing else but old Killjoy," Said the Moonfay Boy. "It ain't polite To bite and bite, And chew and chew, On the bait of one who don't want you." And old Killjoy Grinned at the boy. "Oh don't get mad, Dear Moonfay lad, You set the best table that ever I had," Said he. "For don't you see It agrees with me, And to pay you back I'll invite to tea All the sharks and the shad, And the little poletad, And the whale and the blue, And the halibut too. And when all's ready I'll wink at you, And the catch you'll catch Will have no match On the land or sea! Just count, old Moon-faced Fay, on me!"

And the Moonfay Boy went home that night With a mess of fish that was out of sight. For old Killjoy, be it understood, Paid him back for his bait, as he'd said he would.