have a spot on my journey-to-go nail, but we went away all
the same; so I suppose Dignotions do not always tell true.

When Grandmamma forgave me, and told me she would spare the Sunflowers
this time, as Dr. Brown had begged them off, she said--"And Dr. Brown
assures me, Grace, that when you are stronger you will have more
sense. I am sure I hope he is right."

I hope so, too!

TINY'S TRICKS AND TOBY'S TRICKS.

TINY.

"Oh Toby, my dear old Toby, you portly and princely Pug!

"You know it's bad for you to lie in the fender:--Father says that's
what makes you so fat--and I want you to come and sit with me on the
Kurdistan rug.

"Put your lovely black nose in my lap, and I'll count your great
velvet wrinkles, and comfort you with kisses.

"If you'll only keep out of the fender--Father says you'll have a fit
if you don't!--and give good advice to your poor Little Missis.

"Father says you are the wisest creature he knows, and you are but
eight years old, and three months ago I was six.

"And yet mother says I'm the silliest little girl that she ever met
with, because I am always picking up tricks.

"She does not know where I learnt to stand on one leg (unless it was
from a goose), but it has made one of my shoulders stick out more than
the other.

[Illustration: "YOU KNOW IT IS BAD FOR YOU TO LIE IN THE FENDER"]

"It wasn't the goose who taught me to whistle up and down stairs. I
learnt that last holidays from my brother.

"The baker's man taught me to put my tongue in my cheek when I'm
writing copies, for I saw him do it when he was receipting a bill.

"And I learn't to wrinkle my forehead, and squeeze up my eyes, and
make faces with my lips by imitating the strange doctor who attended
us when we were ill.

"It was Brother Jack himself who showed me that the way to squint is
to look at both sides of your nose.

"And then, Toby--would you believe it?--he turned round last holidays
and said--'Look here, Tiny, if the wind changes when you're making
that face it'll stay there, and remember you can't squint properly and
keep your eye on the weathercock at the same time to see how it
blows.'

"But boys are so mean!--and I catch stammering from his school
friend--'_Tut-tut-tut-tut-Tom_,' as we call him--but I soon leave it
off when he goes.

"I did not learn stooping and poking out my chin from any one; it came
of itself. It is so hard to sit up; but mother says that much my worst
trick.

"Is