Making pots and pans with clay is fun, but do not tell the grown-ups. It is better to surprise them, and then you must say at once how easily it washes off—much easier than ink.—Dicky.
Sam Redfern, or the Bushranger's Burial.
By Dicky.
"Well, Annie, I have bad news for you," said Mr Ridgway, as he entered the comfortable dining-room of his cabin in the Bush. "Sam Redfern the Bushranger is about this part of the Bush just now. I hope he will not attack us with his gang."
"I hope not," responded Annie, a gentle maiden of some sixteen summers.
Just then came a knock at the door of the hut, and a gruff voice asked them to open the door.
"It is Sam Redfern the Bushranger, father," said the girl.
"The same," responded the voice, and the next moment the hall door was smashed in, and Sam Redfern sprang in, followed by his gang.
