Musing

The Bookseller.

The boys like to call on Mr. Leaf, because he has such nice books. But sometimes they merely sit down and read them.

Taking a Photograph.

The squire has called at the studio to-day to have his carte taken, and the photographer is placing him in the best position.

Rather Tight.

Richard has come for a pair of boots, and is trying a pair on, but he thinks they are rather too small for him.

“A Letter, Sir.”

A messenger has just brought the student a letter. The dog is looking at the man rather suspiciously.

Little Hester is leaning on the palings this afternoon, with her head on her hand, as if in a deep study. I wonder what she is musing about. I dare say if the little bird above her could speak he would ask her the subject of her thoughts. I hope they are good, hopeful, cheerful thoughts, and I think they are, judging from her serene and happy countenance.