WHAT TEDDY DID.

"Or more like a shaggy terrier

Whose eyes are hid in hair."

Ted only laughed at being teazed,

And said he didn't care.

"You ought to go to the barber,"

Said Edith, "that is plain;

For you look like a Shetland pony, Ted,

With all that bristling mane."

But to himself he wondered

If indeed he looked like that;

And down in front of a looking-glass

Reflectively he sat.

A pair of his mother's scissors

Lay on the mantel-shelf,

And he thought, "I hate a barber's chair,

I can cut it off myself"

So, snipping, snipping, snipping,

The cold keen scissors sped,

Till one whole side of his little pate

Was bald as the baby's head.

Just then the tea bell, ringing

Its cheery call, he heard;

And he glanced at the uncut side, and said,

"I can do that afterward."

Think what a funny topknot

For company to see,

Brown elf-locks covering half, and half

As bare as bare could be!

As he seated himself at table,

Merrily laughed each one;

And mamma cried, in droll dismay,

"My boy, what have you done?"

—MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES.