you when I'm grown up,—either you or

Papa."

"People can't marry their fathers!" said Tom, with an air of superior wisdom, "because they've got married already, you know."

"Well, then, I shall marry you, because I love you so much. People can marry their brothers, can't they, Tom?"

"I don't know about that," answered Tom shrewdly.

"Well, then, let me see—who shall I marry? I did think of marrying Mary Weston, but her's married already, you know. I guess I'll marry Mr. Dawson."

"I know why," said Tom quickly; "it's because he's got some puppies! Oh, you selfish girl!"

"I don't care," said poor Posy in a very crestfallen manner; "I'd give you one of the puppies, Tom."

"I guess Mr. Dawson will be out of the