"She looks nice, but I don't want anything to do with such people." "Don't be afraid of me, dears," said the lady, laughing; "I call myself a runaway just in sport.

I am a warm admirer of yours, and my dear friend, your auntie, has promised me a visit from you.

I came on purpose to ask you, and your sister, and your cousins to my house to dinner to-morrow.

Will you come ?" Mother Hubbard gazed doubtfully at the steel-colored glove.

What could she say?
"Thank you ever so much, Mrs .-- Mrs.Pradigoff, but Fly is not allowed to go out." Flyaway was greatly chagrined.
"Well, I--I _solomon_ promised," said she, casting down her guilty eyes, as she remembered the orange man; "I solomon promised I would't go ou' doors, _athout_ somebody _lets_ me." "There's a tender conscience for you," laughed the Polish lady.