The Nursery, March 1873, Vol. XIII.
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May cried then; but it was so very funny, that mamma only laughed, and by and by May laughed too. When papa got home, he was told the story, and it made him laugh.
May was almost ready to cry again; for she felt sorry, and she did not like to be laughed at. "There's nothing to cry about, darling," said her papa; "but don't try to scratch the pig's back again until I show you how to do it."
Aunty May.AN IMPORTANT DISCLOSURE
"I want to tell you something, Tommy."
"What is it?"
"The country is going to ruin."
"You don't say so! What's the matter?"
"Rag currency is the matter."
"What's that?"
"I'll explain. You paid for that kettle of milk ten cents. You paid in rag currency. Did you ever see a silver dime?"
"No, Billy; but my big brother has seen one."
"Well, that is specie. Now, what we want is specie payment."
"How do you know?"
"My father says so."
Carlo the dog listens attentively, and seems to be absorbed in a profound reflection upon the currency question.
Timothy Tippens
