"They're molly-coddles all," he cried;
"They always spoil a match;
They cannot field or bowl a bit--
They cannot even catch!
However, just this once I'll play!"
O, pride had such a fall:
You should have heard them shout--a girl
Had bowled him out first ball!

C.B.




Laugh at It!

When you hear the merry rain
Patter at the window-pane,
Think 'twill soon be fine again;
So laugh at it!

If you chance to tumble down,
Though you bump your little crown,
Never cry or pout or frown,
Just laugh at it!

When the sum is hard to do,
Rub it out and try anew;
When you get the answer true