Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe. Yonge Charlotte Mary

as she stirred, and a steam rose up, and by and by it seemed to Lucy that she had a great sneezing fit, and when she looked again into the smoke, what did she see but two little black figures, faces, heads, and feet all black, but with an odd sort of white garment round their waists, and some fine red and green feathers sticking out of their woolly heads.

      "Mrs. Bunker, Mrs. Bunker," she cried, "what's this? who are these ugly figures?"

      "I am so glad to see you. Hush, Don! don't bark so!"

      "Ugly!" said the foremost; and though it must have been some strange language, it sounded like English to Lucy. "Is that the way little white girl speaks to boy and girl that have come all the way from Ysabel to see her?"

      "Oh, indeed! little Ysabel boy, I beg your pardon. I didn't know you were real, nor that you could understand me! I am so glad to see you. Hush, Don! don't bark so!"

      "Pig, pig, I never heard a pig squeak like that," said the black stranger.

      "Pig! It is a little dog. Have you no dogs in your country?"

      "Pigs go on four legs. That must be pig."

      "What, you have nothing that goes on four legs but a pig! What do you eat, then, besides pig?"

      "Yams, cocoa-nut, fish—oh, so good, and put pig into hole among hot stones, make a fire over, bake so nice!"

      "You shall have some of my tea and see if that is as nice," said Lucy. "What a funny dress you have; what is it made of?"