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Show A Surprise in Store. Little Joan's canary, "Wiflles," had died, and the poor youngster seemed heartbroken. To console her some-whnt some-whnt her father gave her a cigar box In which to deposit the remains, and with much ceremony he assisted in burying the box In the garden. "Dad," whispered Joan, when (he funeral was over, "will Wiflles go to heaven?" "I expect so," replied her father. "Why?" "I was only thinking," murmured Joan, "how cross St. Peter will lie when he opens the box and finds it isn't cigars after all !" |