A lassie in his head, and his dear mammy thought he was sickening over his wisdom-teeth!

But while the pictur were a-showin' I heard my dear mammy's whisper: Little Sinfi, little Sinfi, beware o' Gorgios!

"Yes, dear mammy, I know you will," Elsie answered in moved tones.

" Dear mammy, I am very glad for you; I think nothing else could have made you so happy."

"Mammy, dear mammy, what is it?"

"Why, dear mammy," said the young woman musingly, "did you not find me, and restore me to my people?"

" Dear mammy," Elsie said with emotion, laying her hand tenderly on the sable brow, "are you feeling weaker or in any way worse than usual?"