My broken soldiers, made of lead, Are buried in the garden bed, And lovely flowers o'er them play, For this is Decoration day. TOMMY'S PROGRESS. MAMMA. "You may open your school report, Tommy, and tell me how you have been doing this week." TOMMY. "Oh, here is the highest mark, mamma, a 1." MAMMA. "And what is that for, Tommy?" TOMMY. "Days absent, 1." JOHNNY'S COUNTING. JOHNNY. "Mamma, I can count all the way up to twelve." MAMMA. "And what comes after twelve, Johnny?" JOHNNY. "Recess." AN APPEAL. "Papa," said Jennie, climbing upon her father's knee, "don't you think that 'stead o' ten cents a week you could give me fifteen?" "Well, I don't know, my dear," was the answer. "What do you want of the extra five cents?" "I thought my dollie was old enough to have a 'lowance, and I want to give it to her." A POSSIBLE EXPLANATION. "I know how Columbus made that egg stand up," said Wilbur. "He had it hatched first." End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Round Table, May 14, 1895, by Various