﻿1()2 PICTORIAL MISCELLANY. 



Sammy and Willie. 



BY COUSIN MARY. 



SAMUEL and William were two little boys of about the same age, 

 They lived in the same village, and on the same street. Perhaps 

 we ought to tell our little readers that this village had only two 

 streets, one running north and south, without stopping at all; 

 and the other running east and west, terminates at one end by the 

 meeting-house, and at the other by the mill pond. Sammy was a 

 gentle, blue-eyed boy, who made but little trouble, either for himself 

 or others. Not so Willie. The neighbors used to call him " rat- 

 tling, roaring Bill." In the morning, when the bright sun was 

 shining over the green hills, and the sweet buds were preparing to 

 bloom, Willie would be scrambling out of bed and down stairs (as 

 often head foremost as any way.) Oh, in suck a hurry, a world of 

 business on his little hands, and no time to do it in ! And what was 

 the reason ? Perhaps I cannot better tell you, than by writing 

 down a dialogue between him and Sammy. 



Willie. Sam ! come here, do, I beg you, just a minute. I de- 

 clare, I shall be late to school again, to-day. 



Sammy. I can help you just five minutes, Willie, if you will tell 

 me quick what to do. I have not had a " tardy mark " this sum- 

 mer ; I should be sorry to get one. 



Willie. Well, then, just finish weeding that bed for me. No, 

 hoe that row out, if you please. Or, Sammy, just run and drive 

 those sheep out of the field ; father told me to do it long ago, but I 

 could n't find time. Don't stop to finish weeding now, Sammy. 



Sammy. Oh yes, I must, or I shall break my rule, " One thing 

 at a time." That 's rny rule ; I never break it. 



Willie. Guess, if you lived here, you 'd have to break your rule 

 or your neck. 



Sammy. I have finished the flower bed, and will now hoe the 

 row. 



Willie. How fast you work ! I have n't done a thing yet, only 

 stand and talk. 



