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Show HE WANTED TO KNOW. Little Willie Had an Intense Anxiety About all Things. One day I sat in a car seat on the Sangus branch of the eastern road behind a pale, careworn lady, who was talking to a little boy from Boston to Maiden. As the littie boy was of & very inquiring mind and everything every-thing seemed to attract his attention. I could not help listening to some of the questions. ques-tions. '"What is that, auntie?" the little boy commenced, com-menced, pointing to a stack of hay on the marsh. "Oh, that's hay, dear," answered the careworn care-worn lady. "What is hay, auntie?" . ."Why, hay is hay, dear." ''But what is it made of?" "Why, hay is made of dirt and water and air." "What makes it?" '.'God makes it, dear." "Does He make it in the day time or in the night?" "In both, dear." "Aud Sundav's?" "Yes, all the time." "Ain't it wicked to make hay on Sunday, auntie?" "Oh, I don't know. I'd keep still, Willie, that's a dear. Auntie is tired." After remaining quiet a moment little Willie broke out: "Where do stars come from auntie?" "I don't know; nobody knows." "Did the moon lay them?'' "Yes, I guess so;" replied the wicked lady. "Can the moon lay eggs, too?" "I suppose so. Don't outlier me." Another short silence, wh-jn Willie broke out: "Benny says oxins is an owl, auntie. Is they?" "Oh, perhaps so." "I think a whale could lay eggs don't you, auntie?" "Oh. yes I gueos so," said the shameless woman. "Did you ever see a whale on his nest?" "Oh, I guess so." "Where. "I mean no. Willie, you must be quiet; I'm getting crazy." "What makes you crazy, auntieb" "Oh, dear! you usk so many questions." "Did you ever see a little fly cat sugar?" "Yes, dear." "Where?" "Willie, sit down on the seat and be still or I'll shake you. Now not another word." The lady pointed her finger sharply at the little boy, as if she were going to stick it throuirh him. If she had been a wicked woman she would have sworn. There are 8,000,000 little boys like Willie In the United States aud half as many in England. Texas 8 flings. i . |