creel--everything was in readiness for a week's trout-fishing.

The young wife, smiling joyously, hurried into the room, extending
toward her husband some sticky, speckled papers.

"For goodness' sake," he exclaimed, "what on earth are you doing with
those old fly-papers?"

"I saved them for you from last summer, dear," she answered. "You
know you said you always had to buy flies when you went fishing."



_He Could Supply Specimens_

"And what did my little darling do in school today?" a mother asked
of her young son--a "second-grader."

"We had Nature study, and it was my turn to bring a specimen," said
the boy.

"That was nice. What did you do?"

"I brought a cockroach in a bottle, and I told teacher we had lots
more, and if she wanted I would bring one every day."



_Was It His Ghost_?