Shall I get you a paper of cherries, Isabel?
The children seem to be enjoying them." Isabel sprang upon her offspring with a cry of despair.

"Oh, what shall I do?
Now we shall not have a wink of sleep with them to-night.

Where is that nux ?" She hunted for the medicine in her bag, and the children submitted; for they had eaten all the cherries, and they took their medicine without a murmur.

"I wonder at your letting them eat the sour things, Basil," said their mother, when the children bad run off to the newsstand again.
"I wonder that you left me to see what they were doing," promptly retorted their father.
"It was your nonsense about the brides," said Isabel; "and I think this has been a lesson to us.

Don't let them get anything else to eat, dearest." "They are safe; they have no more money.