THE JOKERS

 

Sis's pencil one evening wrote with almost lightning rapidity:—

"We are not trying much. This is not Mary. She was called away and we thought we would try. How do you like my penmanship? We think it pretty good for the first, but can do better after practice."

 

'Who is this?'

 

"Never mind. We are not malicious, anyway. But Mary would think us 'no good.' We would not measure up to her requirements.

 

"She is corning! Good bye!" Sis asked Mary who they were.

 

"Just jokers, and not much good, just as they said. But no harm is done. They will learn wisdom in time."

 

'I am glad there are jokers in heaven.' "You may be one yourself!"