And so you'll see in summer-time, when all the dew is wet,
The footprints of his golden claws maybe will linger yet;
The little golden flower-buds will gleam like golden grain,
And if you pick and cherish them perhaps you'll dream again.
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[Illustration: "HAVE YOU EVER BEEN UP IN AN AEROPLANE, GRANDPA?"
"NO, MY BOY--NOT YET."]
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HONOURS EASY.
I.
Not very long ago the following advertisements appeared in the same
column of _The Southshire Daily Gazette_:
"Lost, a pure black Pekinese dog, wearing a silver badge marked
'Cherub.' Handsome reward offered. F.B., Grand Hotel,
Brightbourne."
"Found, a black Pekinese, wearing a silver badge marked
'Cherub.' No reward required. The Limes, Cheviot Road,
Brightbourne."
II.
On the same morning the paper was opened and scanned almost
simultaneously by Mrs. Frederick Bathurst in the sitting-room which she
and her husband occupied at the Grand Hotel, and by Mr. Hartley Friend
in the morning-room at "The Limes."
"Oh, Fred," exclaimed Mrs.
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