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Show THAT SMALL BROTHER AGAIN This Time It Really Seems That He has Cooked Sister Evelina's Goose for Good. Some things do fall out awkwardly, don't they? One evening the fair Evelina was expecting ex-pecting her latest admirer to call and her mother hadn't come back from shopping. So, while Evelina slipped upstairs to don her best blouse and some powder on her nose, the young brother was left or. guard. The expected visitor arrived, and was ushered into the parlor by William Wil-liam Edward, who promptly began to ask questions, as small boys always do. "Mr. Slowcombe," he said "what's a popinjay?" "A popinjay my boy," repeated the young man, thinking hard. "Why er it's a rare bird." "Are you a bird, Mr. Slowcombe?" persisted the inquisitor. "Of course not 1 Ha, Ha !" squirmed his victim. "Well, that's funny!" mused William Wil-liam Edward. "Last night, after you'd gone, ma' said you were a jay, nnd father said there was no doubt about that, but there didn't seem much pop-pin' pop-pin' the question about you. And now you say you're not a bird at nil !" Insanity must be a sensation like the distorted dream that is familiar enough to the sane. |