by him, and thought he knew what was right. He almost invariably yielded to his brother, without even saying a word in behalf of his own opinion. Thomas protested against eating at a hotel, but Philip carried his point, and soon the boys were standing in the doorway of one of the largest hotels in the village, and were talking with the proprietor about dinner.

"What have you got for dinner to-day?" said Philip to the proprietor, in rather a surly and independent tone. "Oh!" said the landlord,

66 we have some beef and ham, and can give you two or three kinds of vegetables if you wish."

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Ha, ha!" said Philip, " that is pretty fare for us. We live in the city, and have come off here into the country to spend a pleasant Whitsuntide day, and that would be a great dinner for us indeed! Have you no quail, or venison, or young doves, or some delicacies of that kind? Besides, we wish a dessert of plum pudding, and icecream, and raisins and dates, and such things."

"Young gentlemen," said the landlord, "I am sorry that I cannot accommodate you, but I will do the best I can for you, and I hope you will be satisfied."

"If you don't give us a good dinner," said Philip, "we shall not recommend you to our wealthy friends, of whom we have a good many."

"I will do the best I can for you, young gentlemen. Please be seated."

The

Now the landlord, who went by the name of Old Toggers, went out of the room, and was met by a peasant, who had just returned from some work in the country. peasant told Old Toggers that he had just seen three boys come into his hotel, who were evidently children of nobles, for they had got out of a splendid carriage, which was then waiting, about half a mile off, under a large oak tree, ready to take them home to Stettin in the evening. The peasant

further said that he was sure they were the children of Prince S, who had a palace at Stettin.

Now, Old Toggers was almost beside himself at these words, and scarcely knew what he would do to get the young noblemen a dinner suitable to their position. So, after finding out the best that he could furnish them himself, and not being satisfied with that, he went off to another hotel, and arranged with the proprietor for some very nice things to add to the dinner which was to be prepared for his new guests.

At about two o'clock the dinner was ready, and everything was in very good style, though Philip pretended that it did not suit him very well.

"I do not see any wine on the table," said Philip.

"Wine! Pardon me, sir. I did not suppose you would drink wine."

"Of course we drink wine, and wish the very best Marsala that you have."

Now, Old Toggers had not seen any good wine for the last twenty years, but he started off to the largest grocery in the place, and succeeded in getting some very good wine for the young gentlemen. Both Philip and Rudolf drank very freely, but Thomas, as he declared at the outset, did not drink a single drop of wine. As the dinner passed on, and course after course came and went, the boys began to wonder whether they would have money enough to pay for their dinner. Old Toggers had called Philip the young Prince S- all the time, and really believed he was a prince. Now, Philip was very much pleased to be thus addressed, and would have everybody think he was a prince, or even a king if you please. So he did not tell Old Toggers any better all the time.

The boys began to think about how much money they had, and Philip, who, one would think, had plenty about him, had only ninety-three cents; while Thomas and Rudolf

together had only fifty-cents. That was not much money to make as much spread on as Philip was doing.

"What is the price for our dinner?" said they, after they had finished their dessert.

"Just three dollars and seventy five cents."

Now, Philip made a great show, pulled out his portmonaie, laid down piece after piece of money, such as it was, and, calling upon his friends, told them to pay for the dinner, and behold, there was nothing like enough money to pay expenses!

Old Toggers, when he looked at it, said: "I should think young Prince S would carry more money about

him."

Now, Philip felt very much confused, but did not correct the mistake which Old Toggers s till made in calling him a prince. But hitting upon a thought suddenly, he pulled out of his pocket an old silver watch, which he told the landlord that he would give him to keep until he could pay him the money. Old Toggers looked at it, and told him that he thought he would prefer the money that was due to him to the watch, for he had taken a good deal of trouble to get them a good dinner.

Just at that time, a policeman came into Old Toggers' door, and asked him if he had seen (anything of several boys who had been going along the road that morning, for he was searching after them.

"You see these young gentlemen at the table, but they are the sons of noblemen; and, certainly they have not been doing anything that is wrong."

The Policeman then told them that he had orders to arrest three boys, who had stolen several coats from a tailor's shop the night before, and that it was supposed they had passed along the road. All three of the boys, who were really innocent, declared that they had not stolen anything; but the policeman said that he should be com

pelled to arrest them, for a rogue was always ready to tell

a good story.

Then Old Toggers told the policeman about their ordering a big dinner, and now not being able to pay for it.

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Then," said the policeman, they must be arrested, for they are undoubtedly the thieves."

The result was that those three boys were arrested, taken to the town of L——, where the clothes had been stolen, and put into the guard-house to await trial. They were now in great trouble, as you may imagine, and for three days they had to stay in that gloomy place, which was nothing else than a prison, and live on black bread and cold water.

Meantime, Philip had written to his parents in Stettin, frankly telling their difficulties, and asking that their father, or somebody, would come out and see that they were released. The parents of the boy had been in a state of great perplexity all through the three days, and when the letter came from Philip to his father describing their troubles, he started immediately out to relieve them, if possible. The hotel-bill was then paid in full; and the real one who had stolen the clothes having been discovered, the boys were released from prison, and came back to Stettin in quite a different mood from that in which they were when they left.

Good Thomas and quiet Rudolf have learned by their experience that they must stand up for the right under all circumstances; and Philip, who was called by the boys, for many years after, by the name of " Prince S-," learned that less show and more reality, and less his own way than that of others who know better, always bring a happier Whitsuntide—yes, a whole lifetime, than to make many pretensions and pay по heed to wiser people.

Little Fanny.

UST two rooms Fanny and her mother lived in "two little bits of rooms," Fanny called them-and they were away up on the fifth floor of a tenement house. Three other families lived on the same floorMr. and Mrs. Mulligan and their five boys, Mr. Pat and his sister, who kept house for him and took in washing, and a fat Dutchman, who lived all alone, and

never spoke a word to anybody.

Fanny did not like any of the people much, but she liked the Dutchman least of all, for he was so stout that he crowded her closely against the black wall when they met on the stairs, and he always had a pipe in his mouth, and didn't take any care not to puff the smoke right in her face.

There was a public school round the corner, and to that Fanny went, and the Mulligan boys too. The youngest of them-Johnny-was in the same class with her-the A.B.C.

class.

Johnny was whipped very often, for he was always doing something, the teacher said; but Fanny was petted, and she had not gone to school long when the teacher chose her to be monitor, to point out those who whispered or did other naughty things.

When Fanny first moved into the house, Johnny thought her very nice, but soon he began to call her proud and to make faces at her. Perhaps Fanny was proud, for she did not like Johnny to speak to her in the street or at school either, because his clothes were soiled and ragged, and his hands and face always covered with dirt.

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"I should think his mother would keep him clean," said Fanny to her mother one day; "but then it wouldn't be