ie's went off, and soon passed it, for it had a longer string; and
both were far up in the dazzling blue of the sky.

"There now!" said Herbie, "didn't I tell you my kite would beat yours
all to nothing? I bet there isn't another kite in town that will begin
to be a match for it!"

"How is this? How is this?" said Wallace. "Seems to me 'great I and
little you' are around here pretty thick."

"What do you mean by that?" said both the little boys.

"Why, when a fellow says that he has got the best marbles, and the best
kite, and the swiftest sled, and the handsomest velocipede, and the most
knowing dog, anywhere in town, we say his talk is all '_great I and
little you_.' That is, we mean he is always bragging; and a braggart is
a very disagreeable person," said Wallace.

Herbie looked at Georgie, and both blushed a little. The boys had great
fun with their kites; and when they got home, and Wallace and Herbie
went up stairs to put away the kite, Herbie said, "Well, my kite did
beat Georgie's, just as I told him it would."

"That is true," said Wallace; "but you said the other day that you liked
Georgie, and didn't like him, because he was always telling how much
bigger and better his things were than yours; and now, to-day, you were
making yourself disagreeable to him by bragging about your kite. Now, if
you want the boys to like you, my lad, you must give up talking 'great I
and little you,' for it is not sensible nor kind."

So Herbie found out what Wallace meant, and he said to himself, "I don't
mean to let the fellows hear me talking, 'great I and little you' any
more."

H. W.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

OUR DOG TASSO.

TASSO is a big black dog. His back comes up almost to the top of a
dining-table. He does not look as though he could ever have been carried
about in a handkerchief; but, when he was a puppy, he was brought home
in that way by a young lady as a present to her brothers.

Tasso seems to take delight in making himself useful. When there is work
to be done, he always wants to do his part. He brings in wood, stick by
stick, and puts it in the wood-box, never stopping till the box is full.
While he is carrying in the wood, the boys fill the chip-basket; and
then Tasso takes that in his mouth, and puts it in its place beside the
wood-box.

If any of the family has a basket or a bag to take to the station, Tasso
always insists