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Show THAT SMALL BROTHER AGAIN This Time It Really Stems That He Hs Cooked Sister Evelina's Goose for Good. Sunip i1hul;s do f;ill tint awkwnnllv. don't they? One evening tlio fair Evelina wns expecting ex-pecting her hilist rahnirer to rail and her moiher hadn't come hark from shoi'iiin.L:. So. while Iivolhia slipped upstairs to don her best hlouso and some pov.V.er on her nose, the youn brother was left on truard. . The txpeef-d visitor arrived, and was ushered into the parhr by William Wil-liam Edward, who promptly be.u'-.tn to ask quesiiohs. as small hoys always du. ".Mr. Slow combe," he said "what's a popi;i.ia ?" "A popinjay my boy." repeat'".; the voting man. thinking hard. "Why it it's a rare bird." "Are you a bird. Mr. Slowcomhe?" persisted the inquisitor. "Of course not ! 11a. Ha 1" sipiimn cl his victim. "Well, that's funny!" mused William Wil-liam Edward. "Last ni.-'ht. after you'd pone, nni' said you were a jay. ami father said tlmre was no doubt a'oi;t that, but there didn't seem niivli pop-pin' pop-pin' the question about you. An ', now you say you're not a bird at all !" Insanity must he a sensation like the distorted dream that is familiar j enouL'h to the sano. |