s in better taste.

The new winter hats at Markdale are very pretty. It is so exciting to
pick a hat. Boys can't have that fun. Their hats are so much alike.

CECILY KING.

FUNNY PARAGRAPHS

This is a true joke and really happened.

There was an old local preacher in New Brunswick one time whose name was
Samuel Clask. He used to preach and pray and visit the sick just like a
regular minister. One day he was visiting a neighbour who was dying and
he prayed the Lord to have mercy on him because he was very poor and
had worked so hard all his life that he hadn't much time to attend to
religion.

"And if you don't believe me, O Lord," Mr. Clask finished up with, "just
take a look at his hands."

FELIX KING.

GENERAL INFORMATION BUREAU

DAN:--Do porpoises grow on trees or vines?

Ans. Neither. They inhabit the deep sea.

FELIX KING.

(DAN, AGGRIEVED:--"Well, I'd never heard of porpoises and it sounded
like something that grew. But you needn't have gone and put it in the
paper."

FELIX:--"It isn't any worse than the things you put in about me that I
never asked at all."

CECILY, SOOTHINGLY:--"Oh, well, boys, it's all in fun, and I think Our
Magazine is perfectly elegant."

FELICITY, FAILING TO SEE THE STORY GIRL AND BEVERLEY EXCHANGING WINKS
BEHIND HER BACK:--"It certainly is, though SOME PEOPLE were so opposed
to starting it.")

What harmless, happy fooling it all was! How we laughed as we read and
listened and devoured apples! Blow high, blow low, no wind can ever
quench the ruddy glow of that faraway winter night in our memories. And
though Our Magazine never made much of a stir in the world, or was the
means of hatching any genius, it continued to be capital fun for us
throughout the year.

CHAPTER VI. GREAT-AUNT ELIZA'S VISIT

It was a diamond winter day in February--clear, cold, hard, brilliant.
The sharp blue sky shone, the white fields and hills glittered, the
fringe of icicles around the eaves of Uncle Alec's house sparkled. Keen
was the frost and crisp the snow over our world; and we young fry of the
King households were all agog to enjoy life--for was it not Saturday,
and were we not left all alone to keep house?

Aunt Janet and Aunt Olivia had had their last big "kill" of market
poultry the day before; and early in the morning all our grown-ups set
forth t