A Laugh In Church

She sat on the sliding cushiou. The dear, wee woman oi'four; lier ïeet in tbelr sliiuy slippers Hun)? dangllug over the floor. Slie mcau! to be good; she had promised; And so, with lier big browu eyes She staredatthe meeting house windows, And counted the erawling ïlies. Whe looked far up at the preacher ; J!ut shu thouííhr of the honey bees Dronlng away i:i the bloasoms That whitened iheeherry trees, She thought of the broker) basket, Where curled in adusky heap, Tbreesleek. round pupies.witb fringyears, Lay snuggled and iast asleep. Such soft, warm bodies to cutidle, Such queer little hcarts to beat, Such swift, round tongues to kiss, Such sprawling, cushiony feet! Sheeould feel in herciasping ringers The touch of the satiny skiu, And acold, wet nose exploring Ttie diinple under her chin. Then a sudden ripple of laughter Ean over the parted lips, So quick that she could uot catch it With her rosy fiuger tips. The people whispered, "Bless thechildl" As each oue waked f rom a nap; But the dear, wee woman hid her face t'or shame iu her mother's lap.