Norwich bulletin., 1915-02-27

JOsn ln the pefIofnfallce. SQe IOOh two small dolls in her arms, sat down in her little chair and chanted:
 Bye baoy bunting,
 Daddy's gone a hunting
 Harold stopped in the middle of q ucte, shook his fist at her and e4- claimed You bad sirl.'
 Poor little Ruth burst into tears and the entertainment halted while Aunt Phoebe comforted her.
 When the little girls sobs cea sed, Harold recltcd The Old Oaken Buck et'' in very creditable manner. He rerne embered every word and spoke slowly and clearly and with such a clear comprehension of the meaning and spirit of tine poem that his hearers could almost see
 ''The old oaken bucket,
 The iron bound bucket,
 The moss covered bucket
 That hung in the we'll
 Alice had waited So long for her turn that when HaroId's performance was over she nearly ran to the stage. She had on the skirt of the bagpipers suit that Harold had worn when taking part in little Scotch play, the jacket and head covering of her Indian suit and a pair of boxing gloves several sizes too large for her. The effect was 50 startling that Gladys and Harold commenced to giggle. Without wait ing for any announcement, Alice began
 Twinkle, twinkle little star,
 How you wonder what I are.''
 The funny mistake in the words of the little verse which gave them a meaning so very appropriate to her costume was too much for the self control of her audience. Even Auntie joined, for a moment, in the laughter.
 Alice burst into tears and cried:
 Stop laughing at me" Ruth, reminded by Aiice's tears of her recent tribulation, began to cry Auntie was almost in despair, for she knew that it would be difficult to quiet two sobbing children before the noise reached mothers room. But Alice Stop- ped crying as suddenly as she had be- gun and hastened over to Ruth. Hush, dear" she admonished, we will wake mother. Let sister show you | |, bookie'
 Ruth's sobs ceased instantly and she climbed on Alice's lap with the re- mark:
 "Me love Alice the best" Aunt Phoebe and the older children were surprised and delighted with this happy ending of the trouble. It was also the end of the programme, fol Aunt Phoebe said:
 T think we can omit the song by Alice, as she has already won Ont l prize. l am sure we all feel that heI cOrduct has been the best. WneT ! Gladys nearly tipped over two of the chairs, it was Alice who thought Ol mother and caught them before they could crash to the floor. Alice was tht most sorry for Ruth, for she stopped l crying about her own trouble to com. 1 fort Ruth
 ! Turning to the surprised and delight l ed Alice. Aunt Phoebe put the little reC ] book in her hand. 1 "Harold.'' she continued, won tn, 1 second prize, for his recitation was th' i best,
 "The prize for singing goes |, [ Gladys. Yolr singing was very good | indeed, Gladys, and reflects great Credi | on both your teacher and yourself 1 While the children were eXaminin: i their prizes, the door opened ant mother entered the room
 "Oh!" she said, ''I have had such i restfuI sleep. How did you peopl, manage to keep so quiet?" ! Then the children told her all abou ! tho entertainment When they had | finished, mother thanked Aunt Phoebe 1 and commended the children for trying l to be good.
 ! For" she said. although according ! to your own story. you failed in som, | particulars, you certainly tried. To try | to he good, even though you do no l succeed perfectly, is much better thar not to try at all.'
 ''Yes,' replied Aunt Phoebe and tn, 1 children.
 .I am sorry exclaimed Gladys ''tha l I laughed at Alice, and I am glad tha she got the first prize' l 50 say we all Of us,' replied tn, ! others.