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Rh "I can't bear to think that no one will weep for me when I am gone!" said the sentimental Fly, as he flew into the eye of a Moneylender.

A certain Cockatrice, feeling sociably inclined, entered a Mother's Meeting, bent upon making himself agreeablebut was greatly mortified to find himself but coldly received.

"Women are so particular about trifles!" he reflected bitterly. "I know I said 'Good Afternoon' with my mouth fullbut, as I explained, I had just been lunching at the Infant School!"

"I want to be useful!" said the Silkworm, as she sat down and "set" a sock for a Decayed Centipede.