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Show iUMMY HAL) HIS OWN IDEA i Parrot, of Course, Could Not Be an Angel, but It Was to Be Promoted. Two children, a little boy and girl, brother and sister, had been bereaved. They had lost by death a pet parrot. Of course when their first grief had subsided they turned the sad occasion to good account, as is the way with children, and had a grand funeral. The boy. Tommy, was grave digger, and the girl, Annie, wrapped the poor brilliant corpse in a silk scarf ready for interment. And it was a mournful mourn-ful occas-on. When the grave had been duly patted pat-ted down with a small spade, the little lit-tle girl said: "I s'pose Polly's 'n he'v'n now." "I s'pose so," said Tommy, "but I don't know." "He's got wings," said Annie, "but he wouldn't be an angel, would he?" "Only folks is angels," said Tommy. "Well, then, what is he?" asked the little girl. "I s'pose," said Tommy, "he's a bird of paradise now." Puzzled. A little girl in Newcastle, Ind., has a new baby sister and she has been somewhat puzzled as to the exact status of the new arrival in the family, fam-ily, says the Indianapolis News. She had willingly given up her bed, but something still seemed to trouble her greatly. One day she was found surveying the dining room just at mealtime. She looked at her own high chair, then inquired suspiciously of her father: fa-ther: "Where is she going to eat, daddie?" |
