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THE TIGER. 
Tom Hayward’s father was very rich; and 
yet nobody thought of respecting Tom. It 
certainly was not because he was so well 
dressed or so handsome; for Richard was 
not a handsome hoy, and his every-day 
clothes at least were of the very plainest 
description. Jack could not come at any 
solution of the problem which satisfied him: 
so he plunged into the “Northern Regions,” 
and read till he began to dream; and Sarah 
Anne, coming in, found him asleep with the 
book over his nose. 
“Now for tigers!” said Richard, after 
tea. 
“Do tigers come first, or lions?” asked 
Sidney. 
“Tigers, I should say,” said Annie. “We 
have begun at the smallest and gone up¬ 
wards; and lions are larger than tigers.” 
“Are they?” asked Sidney, doubtfully. 
“A lion’s mane makes him look very large 
in front, and he holds his head higher ; but 
I should say there was not much difference 
in the weight. Aunt,” he continued, as 
Miss Winston entered, “ which is the largest, 
—the tiger or the lion ?” 
“I should say the lion,” replied Miss 
