PRETTY STORIES.

Bay of Plenty Times, Volume II, Issue 145, 24 January 1874, Page 3

PRETTY STORIES.

No. I.—A grandfather was bolding Master Tom, a youth of five, on his knees, when tho youngster suddenly asked him why his hair was white. “Oh,” says grandpapa, “that’s because I’m so old. Why, don’t you know that I was in the ark?” “In the ark?” cries Tommy ; “why, you aren’t Noah, are you, grandpapa?” “Oh no, I’m not Noah.” “ Ah, then, you’re Shem.” “ No, uot Sl’.etn, either.” “ Oh, then, I suppose you’re Japhet.” “No, you haven’t guessed right ; lam not Japhet.” “Well, then, grandpapa,” said the child, driven to the extremity of his biblical knowledge, “you must bo one of tho boasts.” —Not less critical was the comment of a lad who was taken to church one Sunday for the first time. “You see, Augustus,” said his fond mamma, anxious to impress bis tender mind at. such a moment with lasting remembnw cos, “ how many people come here to pray to Glad ?” “Acs, bat not so many as go to the circus,” says the practical lad. No. ll.—Quito natural, also, was the reply of a little lady who was found crying by her mother because one of her companions had given her a elap. “ W'nope you paid her buck ?” cried the augry mother, her indignation getting tho better of her judgment. “Oh yes, I paid her back hefore-hand /” No. 111.—Another little girl, after attending the funeral of one of her schoolmates, which ceremony had been conducted at the sehoo., was giving an animated account of the “ exorcises ’ on her return. “ And 1 suppose you were all sobbing n* if your hearts would break, poor tilings.” says papa. “Oh no,” replies the child : “ only the front row cried.”