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REDA.-"Well, Dale, that's all right, T was-er-having agood time, you kno\V,anc1-"-(apart-"don't think your the only oyster in the stew.") I really forgot that tempus was fugiting so fast." Tempus fugit for two more minutes when Prof. Watts clapped his hands, which signified that "parlor" bas ended. The boys reluctantly bid adieu to their Wenuses, and here are some farewells that fall on my ear: Prom Mn. Mur.vm.c-v Oood-nigbt, sweetheart. don't forget to smile at me to-morrow at breakfast-" Miss FLEM,\lING.-"Oh, you bet I won't, Homer, my genius." i\11ssFoRD to IH!{. STEVENS.-"Why, Harry, of course I'll smile at you"-apart-"bvo pounds of Huyler's a smile-" MR. KEIGHBOr{Sto MIsS vVRIGH'l'.-"It should be (w) right to smile at thy neighbor to.morrow." Mrss 'VRIGH'I'.-" It shall be-Wright." MR. RATHBUN.-" Edith, what's doing at the breakfast table to-morrow?" Borr-n l\iOIWIS.-" Smiles." Mn. RA'l'FfllUN.-" It's up to us." Here a confusion of "good-night beloveds," etc. I see the parlor doorclose on the boys and follow the girls out to their hall where they leave me in the cold. For a few minutes 1 heal' outbursts of song, indications of private camp meetings, one of the prime features of which is cakcwalking. The sounds grow fainter until all is quiet. Wearily I fold my wings and creep into my little den, and there find the most glorious thing that God ever gave to a poor little sneaky, tired fly-a bed. Good-night. - - 224 - -