_Fond Mother_ (_to young hopeful, who has been sent upstairs to a room by himself as a punishment_). "You can come down now, Jacky."

_Young Hopeful._ "Can't. I'se singing a duet!"]

[Ill.u.s.tration: UNCLE'S BANK HOLIDAY

"Oh, uncle, we're so glad we've met you. We want you to take us on the roundabout, and stay on it till tea-time!"]

[Ill.u.s.tration: _Young Masher_ (_to rival_). "I say, old, chap, I hear you're an excellent runner. Is that true?"

_Rival_ (_eagerly_). "Rather!"

_Young Masher._ "Well, then, run home!"]

_Aunt._ Why, Tommy, I've only just taken a splinter out of your hand, and now you've let p.u.s.s.y scratch you. How did that happen?

_Tommy_ (_who has been tampering with the cat's whiskers_). Well, I was only trying to get some of the splinters out of her face!

[Ill.u.s.tration: FINIS]

BRADBURY, AGNEW, & CO. LD., PRINTERS, LONDON AND TONBRIDGE