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able. Then the real Turtle, and after him a mock one, who was, of course, turned away as an impostor.
Now the king loved to see children happy; so an orphan school of very small fish, Shrimps, were marched in two and two, headed by a stout Prawn, their master. These little creatures sat in a gallery where they could see all that went on, and behaved in a very nice and orderly manner. I forgot to say that they were really sandy-brown fish : but getting into warm water, they gave one kick, when the Prawn gave the word, and put on their pink dress, without which they could not have appeared at table.
The only thing that went wrong was that not even Turbot, the beadle, could keep the sea clear of Cockles and Winkles, who kept on staring in a very rude way at the great people, and were spiteful enough to throw sand at the little Shrimps as they marched past.
Old Miss Oyster, who was nervous and timid, was so alarmed by the conduct of the Cockles that she closed her carriage door so tightly that at first it could not be opened; and when it was, she had fainted, and a great deal of vinegar had to be given her before she at all recovered.
At last the dance began. Fish dance very slowly, and very often stop to take a little sea-weed. Here again the Cockles and Winkles were most troublesome, climbing up the windows and staring in. Then the queen, thinking that the dance had lasted long enough, told the company that they should see a show.
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There is no Punch and Judy under the sea, but a couple of Flying-fish had been hired, who went head over heels until the Sprats cheered and yelled, and even the Smelts forgot their grandeur, and clapped their little fins.
In about an hour supper was announced.
It was a beautiful sight! The table was covered with sea-weed and Jelly-fish; the Star-fish shone more than gas, which of course cannot be used in the sea, as it would go out. (There has been a talk in fish newspapers lately of burning cod-liver oil, but the smell is an objection.)
Minnows and Tadpoles stood waiting behind each chair. After supper the Talking-fish made all the speeches; and then a band of Prawns, conducted by a Gold-fish, stood up, and all the company joined in singing
“The whale, the whale, we now will sing;
The ocean's pride, and the fishes' king !" and, with all good wishes to the Prince of the Whales, the happy company swam away.
From “GooD WORDS FOR THE Young."
THE HISTORY OF SOME CHILDREN WHO
WERE THEIR OWN MASTERS.
CHAPTER I. Charles. Oh papa ! how I wish I was as tall as you !
Mr. Williams. Why do you want that, my boy? Charles. Because no one could order me about
then, and I should be able to do whatever came into my head.
Mr. Williams. I fancy some very wonderful things would happen if that were so.
Charles. That there would !
Mr. Williams. Julia, should you like to be able to do exactly what you pleased ?
Julia. Of course I should, papa. Charles. Oh, if Julia and I were our own masters! Mr. Williams. Well, dear children, I can give you that pleasure. To-morrow, you shall do precisely as you please all day long.
Charles. You are making game of us, papa!
Mr. Williams. No, I am quite in earnest. Tomorrow, neither your mother nor I, nor indeed any one in the house, will interfere with you in any way.
Charles. What fun to feel the bridle on our necks !
Mr. Williams. That's not all. I will give you this indulgence not to-morrow only, you shall have it until you yourselves ask me to resume my authority.
Charles. If you wait for that, we shall always be our own masters.
Mr. Williams. I shall be delighted to see you 80. So prepare yourselves for being very great people to-morrow.
The next morning arrived. The two children, instead of getting up at seven o'clock as they generally did, remained in bed until nine. Too long a night makes folks stupid and heavy, and Charles and Julia were no exceptions to this rule. They at
last woke of their own accord, and got up in very
Julia. Oh, we will play!
Charles. A nice game that would be, with only two players.
Julia. At chess ? at dominoes ?
Charles. Oh! then we'll play at horses; you can be the horse and I'll be the coachman.
Julia. I dare say! and then you'll keep on slashing me with a whip, as you did the other day. I have not forgotten it.
Charles. I could not help it, you never will canter.
Julia. But it tires me. No, I won't play at horses.
Charles. Well then, hare and hounds ? I will be the huntsman and you must be the hare. Now then, look out! I shall catch you.
Julia. I hate hare and hounds; you are always kicking my heels and tripping me up.
Charles. Well, if you won't play at any of iny games, I won't play with you at all; do you hear ?
Julia. And I won't play with you either; do you hear ?
And so saying, each left the middle of the room and went into a corner, where they stayed for a long time without looking at each other or speaking. They were still sulky when the clock struck ten o'clock. They had only two hours left before dinner.
Charlie sidled up to his sister and said, “Well, I'll do what you want. I'll play at chess with you.”
Julia. You broke one of the men, and lost another; and you promised me to look for it.
Charles. I promised you yesterday, but I need not keep my word to-day.
Julia. And pray, why not?
Charles. You have no right to tell me to do anything.
Julia. I shall tell papa of you.
Charles. And if you do, I'm not obliged to mind him now.
Julia. Then I won't play at all.
Off went the children to different ends of the room. Charles whistled ; Julia hummed a tune. Charles knotted a whip, and cracked it; Julia dressed her doll, and began a conversation with it. Charles yawned ; Julia sighed. The clock struck again; eleven! They had only an hour left before dinner. Charles threw his whip out of the window, as if he were sick of the sight of it. Julia let her doll fall. They looked at each other, and did not know what to say.