PHILO'S FUS-NY TB4M. 



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Arthur scowled, and did not stir. He knew that it was his bed- 

 time; bnt he felt that it was a great deal pleasanter to sit there, 

 with so many people around, talking and laughing, than to go up- 

 stairs to bed, in a strange room, even if mamma were within call. 

 'No, he made up his mind that he would not go just yet. So when 



mamma held out her hand, and said, " Come, Arthur! " he scowled 

 harder than before, and said, " I don't want to ; it is too early ! " 



Just then Philo, a boy who lived at the farm-house, and who was 

 more than three times as old as Arthur, came out of the door. 



" See here," said he; " if you will go to bed, like a good boy, I 

 will take you to ride to-morrow morning with my team." 



"Oh, have you a pair of ponies?" asked Arthur, the scowl all 

 gone. 



" No, not ponies," said Philo, laughing. 



"Are they big horses?" said Arthur, a little disappointed. 



