his bad taste and ignorance, he'd better get up and work
off the fit. I insisted upon his helping me to fill the pail with salt
water, and hang him upon the rocks until we could make a future,
permanent disposal of him.

[Illustration: "WHERE WE CAN PET AND EDUCATE HIM."]

That evening our parlor manners were somewhat less decorous and
elegant, owing to the fact that Reginald and Willie had been
industriously circulating the episode of the morning, with such
additions as they thought would add point and piquancy, among the rest
of the boys, and there was no end of innuendo and witticism indulged
in, that caused the young gentlemen to retire in groups and laugh; and
we could hear such remarks as, "Dick, there was a whale hooked on this
coast this afternoon, did you know it?" Or, "I think Jack Deadeye is
the most comical character in Pinafore, he's so crabbed."

The girls of our party stood it as they best could; and in the morning
we stole out to look at our prize, after the boys had gone off, but
the tide had swept Jack and the pail out to sea.

It was a long time before we heard the last of it, however.

[Illustration: {A SMALL SAILING BOAT.}]

MAX AND BEPPO.

Down by the lake they trotted,
All the summer day;
Max and Beppo never plotted
Yet, to run away.
Two little donkey pets, Oh, I loved them so!
When I was in Switzerland, just a year ago.

How they liked bananas!
And our apples sweet;
They had lovely manners,
Every thing they'd eat.
Then, I'd rub their furry ears, and they'd shake their bells,
While old driver Raspar, funny stories tells.

Max turns round and winks so pretty,
Little, sharp round eyes;
Beppo sings a jolly ditty,
Quite to our surprise.
Then we mount, and off we go, up and down the mall,
Never do they careless trip, never make a fall.

Once, a princess royal
Wanted little Max;
How to part those friends so loyal,
Her little brain she racks.
She would give her gold and silver, in a little purse,
Then throw in for measure good, her scolding English nurse!

Then she cried, and chattered
All her pretty French,
And her little feet she pattered,
On the rustic bench.
"My papa is king," she said, "and I'd have you know,
I shall have the donkey, and to prison shall you go."

How their tiny feet would scamper,
Up the valley blue,