" "The pogs of Madame, my spouse," said M. Bonnechose, with a bow and a solemn expression.

One day we talk of the pogs, then walking about the establishment.

He is good-natured, this Federmanhe say at once 'I will exercise themI, myself,' So he come next day, like a good friend, Madame puts blue ribbons on the pogs, and bids them behave nicelyaway they go with Federman for the excursion.

The pogs, they look at the seat which he was accustomed to take, as much as to ask the same question.