"Can your papa do that ?" "Yes," chimed in the daughter of an editor, "my papa can put your papa and everybody's papa into the newspaper.

All sorts of people are afraid of him, my papa says, for he can do as he likes with the paper." "Oh, if I could be one of them!" thought a little boy peeping through the crack of the door, by permission of the cook for whom he had been turning the spit.

But no, _his_ parents had not even a penny to spare, and his name ended in "sen." Years afterwards when the children of the party had become men and women, some of them went to see a splendid house, filled with all kinds of beautiful and valuable objects.

There they met the owner, once the very boy who thought it so great a privilege to peep at them through a crack in the door as they played.

He had become the great sculptor Thorwald_sen_.
This sketch is adapted from a story by a poor Danish cobbler's son, another whose name did not keep him from becoming famous,--Hans Christian Ander_sen_.
"There is no fear of my starving, father," said the deaf boy, Kitto, begging to be taken from the poorhouse and allowed to struggle for an education; "we are in the midst of plenty, and I know how to prevent hunger.