floating idly on the dimpled Surface. Then a dainty Lamb Chop with an ornamental Fence around it and a sweet little cup of Cocoa in the China that Uncle Henry bought at the World's Fair. Then French Toast and Eggs à la Gazaza, with Christmas Trees stuck into them.

   The Hon. Ransom arose and howled like a Siberian Wolf, which was Impolite of him. Before he went Home he did manage to get a little real Eating, but every one said he was very Eccentric to prefer such a simple dish as Fried Chicken.

   Moral—Hurry up and get it before the Chef and the Cook-Book have us entirely Civilized.

    Miss Flora M'Flimsey, of Madison Square,

    Has made three separate journeys to Paris,

    And her father assures me, each time she was there,

    That she and her friend, Mrs. Harris

    (Not the lady whose name is so famous in history,

    But plain Mrs. H., without romance or mystery),

    Spent six consecutive weeks, without stopping,

    In one continuous round of shopping—

    Shopping alone, and shopping together,

    At all hours of the day, and in all sorts of weather,

    For all manner of things that a woman can put

    On the crown of her head, or the sole of her foot,

    Or wrap round her shoulders, or fit round her waist,

    Or that can be sewed on, or pinned on, or laced,

    Or tied on with a string, or stitched on with a bow

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