OH! THOSE WASPS. 



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Through the kitchen, into the dining-room, across it, along the 

 hall, and upstairs to grandma dear, raced the screaming children, 

 the wasps in hot pursuit. 



" O grandma! " cried Poppy, "they're killing us! " 

 " Whj'^, children, what is the matter?" said grandma, whose 

 peaceful face and white cap had just been bending over the family 



Bible and its picture of Jacob 



and those ano-els on the ladder. 



like morning-glories on a 



Vint 



•• Sit down on the lounge and tell me wl 

 the matter is. "Wasps, iff evei'! " 



Didn't grandma spring then? 



" Oh, here comes Katy ! " she said. 



" Yes," cried Katy, swinging a broom in one hand, shaking a 

 mop in the other, her eyes flashing like an express-locomotive's 



