"
"You think Papa WILL take me to the circus to-night? "
"Yes, if you keep good. If you don't get naughty this afternoon."
A pause.
"I was good on Monday, you may remember, nurse."
"Tolerably good."
"VERY good, you said, nurse."
"Well, yes, you weren't bad."
"And I was to have gone to the pantomime, and I didn't."
"Well, that was because your aunt came up suddenly, and your Papa
couldn't get another seat. Poor auntie wouldn't have gone at all if
she hadn't gone then."
"Oh, wouldn't she?"
"No."
Another pause.
"Do you think she'll come up suddenly to-day?"
"Oh no, I don't think so."
"No, I hope she doesn't. I want to go to the circus to-night.
Because, you see, nurse, if I don't it will discourage me."
So, perhaps the world is wise in promising us the circus. We
believe her at first. But after a while, I fear, we grow
discouraged.
ON THE EXCEPTIONAL MERIT ATTACHING TO THE THINGS WE MEANT TO DO
I can remember--but then I can remember a long time ago. You,
gentle Reader, just entering upon the prime of life, that age by
thoughtless youth called middle, I cannot, of course, expect to
follow me--when there was in great demand a certain periodical
ycleped The Amateur.
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