I'm as bad as Zack, every bit!" "Grandpapa," continued the child, more wearily than before, "I want to whisper something in your ear." Mr.Goodworth bent down a little.

Zack looked round cunningly towards his father--then putting his mouth close to his grandfather's ear, communicated the conclusion at which he had arrived, after the events of the day, in these words-- _"I say, granpapa, I hate Sunday!"_.