Schroeder's place lived a family known as "the Jones's". One member of
the family was a small boy nicknamed "Scramble;" so named, I presume,
from the fact that he was all the time scrambling over other people's
fences and into other people's fruit trees.

One day "Scramble" got caught on the spikes on top of Doctor Schroeder's
wall, and in spite of all his efforts to get loose, the spikes held him
fast until he was discovered and taken down by the quaint old doctor,
almost frightened out of his wits. That is, "Scramble" was frightened,
not the doctor, But to "Scramble's" great surprise and greater relief,
the old German did not punish him with the terrible cane he held in his
hand, but took him into the orchard and told him to take his pick of the
finest fruit on the place.

"Scramble" felt greatly abashed over this unexpected kind treatment, and
never again had the heart to pilfer peaches from old Doctor Schroeder.

[Illustration: "SCRAMBLE" ON THE TOP OF THE WALL.]




CLEVER GOATS.


Goats sometimes do very clever tricks, which almost prove them to be
capable of reasoning.

A goat and her kids frequented a square in which I once lived, and were
often fed by the servants and myself. Now and again I heard a thumping