A BUNDLE OP LETTERS.
Strange how much sentiment
Clings llko a fragrant scent
To thesoJovp-lettcrs pent > * . *
n their pink covers- > f'
Day after flay they came S *
Feeding love's fickle flame Jp * n
Now , sfibhaschangedner name
Then we were lovers.
Loosen the hllkcn band
Bound the square bundle , anil
See what a dainty hand
, * + JScribbled to filllt
Full"of facetious chatv
Fancy how.longsho sat . . . -a * * . ,
Molding the bullets that
.Came with each billet ?
Ah , I remember still
Time that I used to kill <
Waiting the postman's bhrill ,
Heart-stirring whistles ,
Calling vague doubts to inind ,
Whether or no I'd find
Thafhe had left behind
Ono of her missals.
Seconds became an age
At this exciting stage ;
Two eager eyes the page
Scan for a mimit'o ;
, Then , with true lover's art ,
Study it part by part ,
Until they know by heart
Everything in it.
What is It all about ?
Dashes for words left out
Pronouns beyond a doubt I
Very devoted.
Ho wells she's Just begun ;
Dobson her heart has won ;
Locker and Tennyson
Frequently quoted.
Criss-cross tie reading goes ,
Rapturous rhyme and prose-
Words which I don't suppose
Look very large in
Books the ' ' "
on 'ologies" ;
Then there's a tiny frieze
Full of sweets in a squeeze ,
Worked on the margin. .
Lastly don't pause to laugh
That la her autograph
Signing this tnice for half
Her heart's surrender.
Post-scriptum , one and two
Desserts the dinner's through
Linking the 'I' ' and * 'You' '
In longings tendor.
Such is the typo of all
Save one , and let mo call
Brief notice to this small
Uoto neatly written.
} Tls but n card , you see ,
Gently Informing me s
That it can never be I
This is the mitten I
[ Frank Dempster Sherman in the Century.
A VOYAGE OF DISCOVERY.
BY S. D. A.
Trotty is standing at the window ,
looking disconsolately up at the clouds
and wondering if it will over stop rain
ing. She is so tired of the rain , and of
hearing mamma and Miss Carlotta
talk !
"How long they have been at it ! "
thinks Trotty. " 'Most the whole after
noon. "
Then she leans her golden head against
the curtain and listens attentively , with
a vague hope of hearing something that
may be interesting.
It is such ft pretty room she is look
ing into. The wainscoted walls have
lovely plaques hanging on them , the
shelves of the mantel hold many a rare
bit of porcelain , and the hangings and
the furniture are so bright and warm
awith their rich folds and soft coloring.
Mamma sits in her low chair with her
.slim foot resting on the brass fender ,
-Idly smoothing her pet kitten Royal as
4io" lies curled up like a great white
-caterpillar on her soft dress.
Mamma's friend Miss Carlotta stands
at the , end of the mantel-shelf , where
the lamp , with its globe covered with
gold butterflies , sheds a soft light on.
fior golden hair and the pale blue folds
of her dress. She looks , as she stands
tiiore tall and straight , like the angel in
tfie ohur.ch window , thinks Trotty.
The fire flashes up , and seems to put
some of its own life into the locket
rnamma wears around her neck , so
brightly does it shine It catches Miss
CaSotta's eyo.
"Whom have you in that locket ,
Helen ? " she asks.
"Fred , " simply answers mamma.
But a shade comes over her sweet face.
tMay 1 see it ? " says Miss Carlotta ,
comiLg closer to mamma's"chair. .
Mamma unclasps the chain , and lays
the locket in Miss Carlotta's out-
sfretched hand. Miss Carlotta looks at
it a little while in silence.
"Have you no clew to him yet ? "
.she asks presently.
"None at all , " replies mamma , so
mournfully. "Oh , Carlotta , how I
Vfish he would come back ! I think
fatherVheart is almost broken. "
"I am sure he will , " says Miss Car
lotta. "Indeed , Helen , I cannot help
thinking he will oorue homo. You will
certainly see him some day when your
stip : comes in. "
f "Yes , " repeats mamma.smilingsadly ,
"when my ship comes. "
"Hasmamma a ship ? " thinks Trotty.
"How very interesting ! "
But what follows is more interesting
still.
i'--What a handsome face , " Miss Car-
iotta says , "and. how much , it is like
your little Trotty ! " ' *
tBut before mamma has time to an
swer , papa's voice is heard at the door ,
and she and Miss Carlotta go out into ,
hall to get the letters ho has |
brought. The locket slips from mam
ma's lap , where Miss Carlotta has laid
it , and falls on the rug.
Trotty is about toufollpw jthe others ,
'
when the glistening , b'itfof gold attracts
, hef attention" . " "sThe opportunity is-too
t mptiiig for Trotty to resist. She feels
th'at jane must ] see jho mysterious
"Fred" wtio lookr like her , and who is
" " " " * '
coming "nome in"th"b"st'iirmore mys
terious ship.
"Come right along , Jemima , " she
says , taking her long-suffering doll by
the arm and starting for the fire-place.
Jemima , sympathetic as usual in her
wooden and sawdiisty-wayisubmits'pass.
ively to being dragged over the carpet
until she reaches-.tnovhearth-rug , where
she falls prostrate before the superior
attractions of the locket.
Trotty picks it up , opens it , and sees
a frank , boyish face , with a pair of
laughing blue oyes/yery muph like her
owu , only she does not know that.
There is nothing at all about' the ship
which disappoinks er. 'Stie had ex
pected to find'B < 5me'thinff quite different ,
though she could -not , Jiavo told what.
She drops the Ipkofr , chain and all , into
the wee pocket , and proceeds to pick
up the fallen Jemima. Just then nurse
comes in'at the door.
" " she "it's bed
"Como-Trotty , says ,
time. "
So Trotty is taken into the library to
say good-night to papa and mamma ,
and Miss Uarlotta , and then walks up
the long stairway alone by herself like a
grown-up lady. Jemima goes too , car
ried by the head.
Nurse sits , down y/he. . nursery fire
and takes Troity on her Jap to brush
out her pretty yellow curls. This is
soon'done ; the liltlo white night-dress
is put on , end presently Trotty is safely
tucked in bed.
But before she has had time torget to
sleep , mamma's own maid Anne'comes
in to have a little chat with nurse. At
first they sneak in whispers , which is
rather foolish Trotty thinks , as she
watches them , lazily. She does not pay
'much attention , and is justr about falling
asleep wnen she hears nurse say-"Her
Uncle Fred. "
She is wide awake in an instant.
, "You know I never heard the whole
of that story , " says Anne. "Tell me
about it , won't you ? "
Then , to Trolly's great joy , nurse
tells Anne how , lonff ago , grandpa's
pride and delight had been in nis hand
some boy. But though he loved him so
dearly , he was very stern to him some
times , too ; and one day when grandpa
had punished him very severely for
some slight fault , the boy's proud spirit
had rebelled against it.
"And , " continues nurse , sinking her
voice a little , "he just ran away , and
we never heard a word of hm since. "
"Dear me ! " says Anne.
"Dear me ! " repeats Trotty under the
pink curtains.
"The poor old man , " says nurse ,
widing her eyes , "his heart's 'most bro
ken. "
"Maybe he would come , back yec , "
says Anne , in her funny Irish way.
"Maybe he would , " replies nurse ,
rather doubtfully.
Trotty , listening attentively , can not
quite understand all they are saying.
She only understands that the liand-
some boy who looked like her ran away
years ago , and that grandpa has been
very sad ever since.
"But then , " thinks Trotty , triumph
antly , "mamma said he was coming
home in her ship.--1 wonder if nurse
'members that ? "
She listens once more to what nurse
and'Anne are saying. But they are
talking of other things now. Presently
the white eyelids fall gradually over the
pretty blue ey es , shutting out the roso-
colored curtains , the baby brother by
the fire , the flickering light on Ihe ceil
ing and Trotty is fast asleep.
When the morning comes , the sun is
shining , oh , so brightly ! The minute
nurse has finished dressing her , Trotty
goes carefully down the stairs , and runs
out upon the broad piazza. How fresh
and green everything " looks after the
' *
rain ! Over Ihe'gate at the end of Ihe
garden-walk she can see the blue ocean ,
with myriads of little waves dancing in
the morning sunshine. She runs down
the walk quite close to the water. There
is a beautiful great wave rolling in to
ward the sand. Trotty looks at it ad
miringly.
' The wave breaks into a long line of
white foum , and runs back again , leav
ing a curious-looking star-fish lying on
the sand.
Then she suddenly remembers what
she heard the nurse say last night about
Uncle Fred , and a now idea conies into
her mind. "If I could only get the gate
open , I would . go and look for him.
Maybe I could find him , " she ihinKs.
She gives the gate an impatient little
shake , and to lier intense delight it
swings open. Trotty runs quickly out
on to the beach. Her friend the star
fish lies at her feet. Trotty picks him
up , examines him carefully all overand
then invites him to go with her on her ti
travels. tisi
"I'm find uncle Fred " siw
going to my , sih
she says. "You may go.tooif yon like , sih
little lish. " Then the poor star-fish is h
rudely pushed bysome chubby little fingers * - ti ;
gers into a wee pocket , and Trottywith tih
her pretty golden curls flying in tiie tiT
wind , walks gravely up the beach. She T
stops every now and then to look at tt :
some lovely shell , or to watch the odd ttfi
little fiddlers running over the sand. fitl :
She is just beginning to feel .tired , when tlb
she turns a point running out into 'the b
water , and catches sight of what she si
thinks is the most fascinating thing she sift
has ever , seen. . . it
' It is a'little white boat drawn half irw
way lip on the shore. Stretched over it w
is a dainty blue and white awing , with
blue fringe around the edgo. Trotty
gives a scream of delight. She climbs
on a large stone close to by the boat , f
and finally , after many struggles , suc
ceeds ia getting inside. She walks cau
tiously toward the stern , and- looks
down into the water. She sees a curi
ous little fish swimming about ve'ry
curious indeed , thinks l'rottyras she
bobs from one side "to the dtnerVtvying
to follow his movements. , } Vhoev r left
the little boat on the shore thak morn
ing must have 'forgotten that
the tide was rising ; for in
a very short time , loosened -by
Trolly's exertions , and raised by
the incoming waves , it
has worked gradually away from the
sand , and'when , Trotty , tired of the
fish , looks around in search of other
amusement , she finds that she is , what
seems to her , a long way out at sea.
At first she does not mind it very much ,
for she is quite used to the water , pupa
has taken her out in his own boat so
often this tnimmer. But after a while
she grows hungry , and tir ° d of danc
ing over the waves. She thinks of the
nice breakfast at home , of nurse and
baby , of mamma , and wonders if she
misses her little girl. Two great tears
come into her blue' eyes. t
"Oh , mamma , I want you ! * Why
don't you come and look for me ? " aho
sobs , sitting down disconsolately in ths
bottom of the boat.
The tears in the blue eyes roll down
Trotty's cheeks as she lays her head
against the cushioned seat , and draws
her white apron over' her face. She
cries bitterly for a while , then the sobs
grows fainter and fainter , until , rocked
by the motion of the boat , Trotty falls
asleep as soundly as if she were under
the pinkr curtains of her own bed at
home.
Now this same May morning , return
ing home after a long voyage , a great
ship comes sailing over the sea. There
are a number of passengers on .deck
watching the land they have not seen
for so many days. The captain stands
on the bridge , looking through his
glass at the different places they are
passing. By-and-by he looks at some
thing nearer , something small and
white , that conies dancing over the
waves. As the ship approaches , ho
sees that fit is a little boat , and that
there is a pretty child lying in it. Now
the captain has a little girl at homo just
the age of Trotty , and when he sees
her sleeping under the striped awning ,
he thinks how badly he would feel were
his own little one carried away like
that ; so he gives orders to have the
vessel stopped , and sends some sailors
in a boat after the little wanderer. By-
and-by Trotty wakes up suddenly , and
finds that she has been carried on
to the great ship , and that she
is lying in some one's arms , surrounded
by strangers , who are all looking at
her. But although Trotty was very
much frightened at the water , she is not
at all afraid of people ; so she struggles
down from the captain's arms , and
sajs , gravely , as nurse had taught her.
"Howdo you do ? "
This make * , everybody laugh. Then
a tall young man , who is sitting close
by her , lifts Trotty on his knee.
"Come here lit'tle ' " he
, one , says ,
and tell me your name , and how you
happened to be so far from home. "
"It's Trotty. I'm looking for Uncle
Fred. "
Just then she sees one of the passen
gers waving a handkerchief to an out
going steamer they are passing. She
jumps down , and pulls out the wee
handkerchief , together with the poor
star-fish and mamma's locket , both of
which she has entirely forgotten. They
fall on the deck , while Trotty dances
about , waving a good-by to the steamer. .
Her new friend stoops , picks up the
locket , and tosses the star-fish back into
the water , where he is quite happy
again.
"Trotty , " ho exclaims ' , suddenly ,
"who is this ? "
a
"Oh , that's Uncle Fred , " answers
Trotty.
Then Trotty is more astonished than
she has been all ( by , for the young
man , snatching her up ; kisses her , and
asks her so many questions that she can
hardly answer them ; but she tells him
ull about mamma , and thinks it very
strange that he has never heard of papa
or the baby brother. He is never tired
of asking about grandpapa ; but when
they speak of him , Trotty thinks her
new acquaintance is a very strange
young fellow , for when she tells him
what nurse and mamma said about Un
cle Fred , and how grandpapa grieved
for him , a tear rolls down his cheek.
"Bless me ! " cries Trotty , wiping ifc
away with her handkerchief. . " Tears
to me "Uncle Fred makes everybody
sry. "
"And 'pears to me , " answers her ar
friend , "when Trotty goes home she sf
svill.make everybody very happy. You bi
iear little girl. I believe you area little
ingel sent to bring me. a hope of for
giveness. "
"No , I'm not , " replies Trotty ; "but
Miss Carlotta is. She's a blue one. " it
Then Trotty is interrupted in her
turn' by the captain , who bnngs the
stewardess to take her to luncheon ,
which pleases Trotty , for she is very fo
hungry indeed by this time. After
luncheon she takes another nap , and en
hen wakes to find thai , the great ship 1 ?
ias stopped , and that her new friend is
.v'aiting to take her back to mamma , m
tii
fhey have to go a long way , for they
ake first i cab , then' a ferry-boat , and
Inally the cars , before they arrive at cl
he little village by the sea , the name of ; .
.vhich Trotty has fortunately
remem- SI
3ered. They walk up the street , as the te
ran is setting , until they reach the pret- tew
cottage with the roses growing over
. Mamma and grandpapa are.sland- '
ng in the doorway , looking.oh ! ? so
vorried. The young" man swings the ja
. 'a
jate open.'a
"Father ! " he falters. A
"Oh , clear mamma ! " cries Trotty.
Then Trotty thinks that every one ty
has gone crazy , for Miss Carlott *
comes from the parlor , papa comes
from the library , and in a moment
there is such laughing and crying both
gelKeY , Om poor Trotty is quite be-
\wildejred. 1 P By-and-by sho-gathers from
wha\ going on that shenas really and"
truly found , jer uncle Fred. and brought
him home safely to grandpapa , who is
now holding him by the hand as if he
never meant to lose sight of him again.
"Dear little puss ! " says Uncle Fred.
"If it had not been for her I should rot
have found you for a long time ; you
have moved so far from the old home. "
"She'fl a'perfect littleaugol-says
mamma , stooping to kiss her. Do yoi
ever expect to see a sweeter-Fred ? "
But Uncle Fred looks at Miss Carlotta
Trotty goes off to the nursery , and find
ing poor Jemima , tells her all about the
wonderful'day she has had. [ Harpers
Young People. t
What Frightened a Diver.
Cleveland Leader.
"No. I never was frightened but
once in my life , and you will laugh
when I tell you how it happened. I
have been in some mighty ticklish
places , as you' know ? but never knew
what kind of a feeling it was to have
tho'cold chills run up my backbone ,
making my teeth chatter a thousam
times a minute and my knees knock
together like a pair of drumsticks. "
The speaker was T. S. Wilson , Uie sub
marine diver. The occasion was when
he descended to find out what had
caused the wrecked of a large lake
steamer. "When I reached fifty feet , "
he said , "I began to feel the pressure
considerably. But this was nothing ,
for I had been below that depth a num
ber of times. Sixfy feet , seventy ,
eighty ! Great Cassar ! Where was I !
It was darker than pitch , and I couldn
"
see an inch before the glass "in my hel
met. I thrust out my arms and touched
something cold and hard , which seemed
to be all around me. At first I imag
ined that I had gotten into a big hole in
some way , but just what kind of a hole
I couldn't . I '
say. climbed'up a little ,
but my cylindrical tomb still surround
ed mo. I climbed ten or fifteen feet
further down , and it was the same.
Stories of extinct species of immense
and horrible sea serpents that were still
found in the ocean began to float
through my mind , and I felt my hair
begin to rise a little as I thought that
Sossible I had gotten into one of their
ens.
" 'By the shades of my fathers , I
must get out of here , ' said I , and
1 , yanked that signal-rope to come up
for all I was worth. Up I went , and
when I was pulled up on the scow" and
my helmet taken off I was met * with a
loud burst of laughter from every side.
'What's the matter ? ' asked I , trying to
look unconcerned.- . nnthin' , Tom ,
except we guess you gut down the
smoke-stack by mistake , ilifl-i't you ? '
said the other divers' . I lo < jA < _ a down
at myself and , sure enough , I was
caked over with * oot from head to foot.
'Well , yes , ' I replied , 'that ladder fell
in the wrong place , and I didn't find it
out till I had gotten down a step or
two. 'But hand her up , ' said I ,
bravely , 'and we will try it again. '
They suspected that I was a little
scared , I guess , but 1 tried mighty hard
to make them think differently. So ,
assuming an off-hand manner , I began a
the descent again. This time I steered
clear of the smoke-stack and accom
plished the task that had been assigned
to me. "
The Value of Manner.
.London Spectator.
We have heard it said that you can
do everything , however unpleasant it
may be to those aroui.d you , if you
only do it in the right way ; and the'in-
stance given to prove the "truth of this
assertion is taken from humble life. A
catwalks daintily into a room on a cold
winter's day , and with a benign glance
at the company and a melodious pur
ring sound she walks leisurely round ,
selects for herself the warmest place in n
the room perhaps the only warm n
place , right in front of the lire curls i
her.self up and goes serenely to sleep , w
secure that no one will be so unreason SI
able as to question her right to sleep
wherever inclination prompts her to tl
sleep. No one calls it selfish , no one is T
annoyed , because she has done it so Si
prettily and gracefully. Indeed , every c <
one experiences an access of warmth tl
and comfort in themselves , from be tr
holding pussy's blissful repose. Now , trki
imagine the same thing done in a differ- oi
2nt way , and by a.less self-possessed in- oiT
iividual it it were done hurriedly , or fr
noisily , or clumsily , or diffidently even , to
in any way obtrusively , what a storm In
indignation it would excite in the to
3o"soms of all beholders ! How thought
less , how inconsiderate , bow selfish ! in
No , it must be done as the cat does it , tv
without a sound or a gesture to pro- tvm
roke criticism , or it must not be done
all. A
re
Uhe Bemedies for Sleeplessness. hi
di [
The remedies for sleeplessness , it is dc
bund , must b varied according to its
muses. If occasioned -by grief , mor-
jhia , narcien and codien are prescribed ;
from nervousness or arterial excite-
nent , bromide of potassium , if the pa- Ch
lent is not aniemic. If the cause is
jure nervousness , chloroform in small he
juantities can be applied. Hydrate of dc
hloral suits nearly all. cases where ca
.here is no dyspepsia or heart disease , ea
sleeplessness in the aged or in debilita- te :
ed persons requires tonics " t such as itc :
bitters amVthe like.
mi
tii
'What costume""oughtfto remind a de
adyof-her washerwoman ? Why , her deW
awn dress , to be sure. [ Carl Pretzel's of
eekly ha
The slowest thing An amateur drama pe
amateur performers. I an
The Legitimate Successor of
Ananias.
LotjlsTillo Courier-Journal.
Mr. Joseph Mulhattan is in. town , and
a Courier-lTournal reporter who talked
to nimlistnight : foun'l him : us good nn-
tufrd as ever. The famous prevarica-
'torfis-a-rather small man.good looking ,
with beard and moustache , dancing
blue eyes , quick , cat-like motions , and
one of the most lapid talkers one could
find in a day's walk. The words seem
to be gurgling in his throat and chasing
each other out hot foot. Ho dresses
very well , and altogether presents a
very tidy appearance.
"Yes , sir , I havestarted a now branch
in journalism ; something that is an in
novation and a success. I call it novelistic -
istic journalism. Dickens and Thack-
erv- wrote a novel in a volume , and con <
sidered themselves fortunate when 100-
000 people read it in five years. I write
a novel of 1,000 words that is read by
more than 1,000,000 people ten hours
after it has left my hand. Why , what
could be more attractive to a literary
man ? Nobody is hurt by my little nov
els ; nobody's morals are corrupted.and
all are entertained and sometimes in
structed. I have selected all sorts of
subjects for these stories ; many of them
have traveled over the world and have
been wondered at in twenty nations. I
am just thirty years old and am famous.
There is not a man in this country who
can read and write , and who has read
the newspapers that doesn't know of
Joe Mulhattan. I have fooled every
paper of prominence in the United
States , and some of my scientific sto
ries have been discussed by the learned
societies of Europe. "
"When did you begin your career of.
mendacity ? " interrupted the reporter.
"I have been writing my novels for
ten years now. I started on the Pitts-
burg Leader , and fooled them for three
or four years. I wrote stories of mar
velous oil wells , of romantic highway
robberies , and things of that kind. I
then got to sending my novels to other
prominent journals. 1 started the story
of John Wilkes Booth being seen in sev
eral places , and wrote so circumstan
tially that many believed it. I started ,
as a joke , the report that President Lin
coln's bones would be exhibited at the
Centennial. 1 he press of the country
took it up , and for weeks it was a na
tional question. I don't knor how
many of these stories I wrote m the
east. The biggest thing 1 wrote in this
part of the country was the Big Cifty
fight , where a drummer wrestled with
two highwaymen on a bridge and final
ly threw them over. My cave story at
Glasgow Junction went all over the
world ; you doubtless remember that.
I found a cave there larger than Mam
moth cave , with navigable rivers , mum
mies 2,000 years old , and a hundred
other marvelous things. The Leitch-
field story , about the finding of Masonic
emblems that had been buried for
thousands of years , showing a prehis
toric race of Masons , eaa-ed great ex
citement. I am prouder of my Glas
gow cave story than that any of the
others. It showed more invention and
more imagination. "
"What was the banis of.ueli a mar
velous lie ? ' '
"You mean such a. well imagined
novel. ' ' interrupted Mr. Mulhattan with
sinik1. "Wiry , there i.- n 'vur any
foundation to my . - toricThonin lie"- *
my power. Almost anybody could
write a story with th iumid'ation to
'
bulid or ; it'requiif-- < r < 'uius t < con
struct a novel without any foundation
in fact whatever , to volve'il all out of
your own mind as the suidiT draws tin-
web from ite owu body. " I wrote that
thing about the finding of a cave at
Gallatin , where the jewels and the gold
of the James brothers were found.
When Frank James read it , he turned
to a jailor and said : "I'll bet that story
ivas written by Joe Mulhattan. ' "
"What has been your success in
Icxas ? "
"Very fine. I suppose you read my
neteor : story. The Fort Worth Gazette
received the day after it was published
L14 : telegrams from all parts of the
vorld ; some were from St. Petersburg ,
iome from London , from Edinburgh.
iVhen I visited Fort Worth afterward
hey : gave me a fine banquet. The
fexans enjoyed my novels immensely ,
some of my stories have never been
iontradicted , especially that one about
he finding of five skeletons under a
ree where the people had all been
illed by lightning. The } are talking
f running me for congress down there ,
rpm Ochiltree , who used to be
riendly with me before , hardly speaks
me now. He says the meteor story
aid him cold. He will never amount
anything again as a liar. "
"That last balloon story which is go
ng the rounds , of a man hanging by
wo fingers while he was dragged four
niles , reads like you wrote it. "
"No , " replied the Jules Verne of
American newspapers , with a sigh of
egret at such a good lie having escaped
iiin. "I didn't write it , but whoever
id it was a good one. I couldn't have
lone the work better myself. "
A Parvenu Princess.
Tribune.
Mrs. Parvenu had recently furnished .
ier new house , and it was gorgeously
lone. Everything was in style , and thi >
arpets were woven in one piece to fit
ach room. Mrs. Parvenu his a daugh-
, and of her she was talkinjr to a vis-
or. "Ah , Mrs. Pam-nu , " said the
idy , "your daughter doesn't go out
men. " "No , not a great deal. It
ires the poor dear so much. " "In-
eed ! Isn't she "
well ? "Ob , yed ,
rell enough ; but , you see , at go many
the houses where she nm.-t call she
as to walk over the seums in the car
ets , and it hurts the poor dear's feet
nd makes her so tired. "
