Primer and slate, primer and slate,
Must be carefully conned if we hope to be great:
A man cannot hope much of a man to be,
Unless, when a boy, he has learned A, B, C.

UNCLE THEO.

[Illustration: DRAWING-LESSON BY HARRISON WEIR.

VOL XXII.--NO. 2.]

"GREAT I AND LITTLE YOU."

"HOW do you like that little new neighbor of yours?" asked Herbert
Greene's big brother, who had seen the two little boys playing together
in the yard.

"Oh, you must mean Georgie Worthman," said Herbie. "Why, I don't know. I
like him, and I don't like him."

Wallace laughed. "Then you quarrel a little sometimes," said he. "Is
that it?"

"No, we don't quarrel," said Herbie. "I don't let him know when I'm mad
with him."

"What does he do to make you mad with him?" asked Wallace.

"Oh, he says things," said Herbie.

"Such as what?"

"Well, he looks at my marbles, and says, 'Is that all you've got? I have
five times as many as that,--splendid ones, too. They'd knock those all
to smash.'"

"Ah, I see!" said Wallace. "It is a clear case of '_great I and little
you_.'"

"What do you mean by that?" said Herbie.

"Well, if you don't find out by Saturday night, I'll tell you," said
Wallace. This was on Monday.

On Wednesday afternoon Herbie was out at play, and presently Georgie
Worthman came out. Wallace was in his room, reading, with the windows
open, and could hear all that was said.

Georgie brought his kite with him, and asked Herbie if he would go to
the common with him to fly his kite.

"Oh, yes! if mother is willing," said Herbie. "But where did you get
that kite?--made it yourself, didn't you? I've got one ever so much
bigger than that, with yards and yards of tail, and, when we let it
out, it goes out of sight quick,--now, I tell you!"

[Illustration]

"This isn't the best I can make," said Georgie; "but if I had a bigger
one I couldn't pitch it, or hold it after it was up."

"Pooh! I could hold one that pulled like ten horses," said Herbie; and
he ran in to ask his mother if he could go with Georgie to the common.

His mother was willing if Wallace would go too; and so, after a little
good-natured bothering, and pretending he did not want to go, Wallace
took his hat, and Herbie got his kite and twine, and the three boys set
off for the common.

Georgie's kite was pitched first, and went up in fine style. Then
Herb