Volume 5 — MAKING IT SKIP.

"I'll make it skip!" Cried Charley, seizing a bit of stone. And, in a trice, from our Charley's hand, With scarce a dip, Over the water it danced alone, While we were watching it from the land— Skip! skip! skip!

"I'll make it skip!" Now, somehow, that is our Charley's way: He takes little troubles that vex one so, Not worth a flip, And makes them seem to frolic and play Just by his way of making them go Skip! skip! skip!