PLAYING TABLEAUX.

Mother dressed us up for tableaux, Little Cousin Lu and me; And I heard the people saying, We were cute as we could be! Maybe Lu looked rather pretty, But a boy dressed up like that, With a great long coat around him, And his Father’s new silk hat, Feels like running off and hiding; And I would have done it, too, If I hadn’t promised Mother, I would be as good as Lu. Lu was dressed in shining satin, With a veil fixed on her head, Just like Aunt Lucille last summer, When she married Uncle Ned. But I mean to marry Mother, When I’ve grown up big and strong; I was six years old last Sunday, So it won’t take very long. When I told her all about it, She just laughed and shook her head, “When you’re quite grown up, my laddie, You’ll ask someone else instead.”