ished and awed to see that
little slip of a thing sit up at table and take part in the conversation
of the grown people, capably and with ease and tranquillity. Poor Jean
was obliged to keep still, for the subjects discussed never happened to
hit her level, but at last the talk fell within her limit and she had
her chance to contribute to it. "Tom Sawyer" was mentioned. Jean spoke
gratefully up and said,

"I know who wrote that book--Harriet Beecher Stowe!"

One evening Susy had prayed, Clara was curled up for sleep; she was
reminded that it was her turn to pray now. She laid "Oh! one's
enough," and dropped off to slumber.

_Clara five years old._--We were in Germany. The nurse, Rosa, was
not allowed to speak to the children otherwise than in German.
Clara grew very tired of it; by and by the little creature's
patience was exhausted, and she said "Aunt Clara, I wish God had
made Rosa in English."

_Clara four years old, Susy six._--This morning when Clara
discovered that this is my birthday, she was greatly troubled
because she had provided no gift for me, and repeated her sorrow
several times. Finally she went musing to the nursery and presently
returned with her newest and dearest treasure, a large toy horse,
and said, "You shall have this horse for your birthday, papa."

I accepted it with many thanks. After an hour she was racing up and
down the room with the horse, when Susy said,

"Why Clara, you gave that horse to papa, and now you've tooken it
again."

_Clara._--"I never give it to him for always; I give it to him for
his birthday."

In Geneva, in September, I lay abed late one morning, and as Clara
was passing through the room I took her on my bed a moment. Then
the child went to Clara Spaulding and said,

"Aunt Clara, papa is a good deal of trouble to me."

"Is he? Why?"

"Well, he wants me to get in bed with him, and I can't do that with
jelmuls [gentlemen]--I don't like jelmuls anyway."

"What, you don't like gentlemen! Don't you like Uncle Theodore
Crane?"

"Oh yes, but he's not a jelmul, he's a friend."

MARK TWAIN.

(_To be Continued._)

FOOTNOTE:

[15] Cable never travelled Sundays.

NORTH AMERICAN REVIEW

No. DCXVIII.

JULY 5, 1907.

CHAPT