don't love me 'cause I'm ugly," cried the afflicted little swain, indignant at such injustice.
But Chow-chow was in a naughty mood, so she swung on the gate, and would not relent in spite of prayers and blandishments.
"I'll get some more money somehow, if you will wait. Will you, please?"
"I'll see 'bout it."
And with that awful uncertainty weighing upon his soul, poor Cupid went away to wrestle with circumstances. Feeling that matters had now reached a serious point, he confided his anxieties to mamma; and she, finding that it was impossible to laugh or reason him out of his untimely passion, comforted him by promising to buy at high prices all the nosegays he could gather out of his own little garden.
"But it will take a long time to make ten dollars that way. Don't you think Chow-chow might come now, when it is all warm and pleasant, and not stop until summer is gone, and no birds and flowers and nice things to play with? It's so hard to wait," sighed Cupid, holding his cropped head in his hands, and looking the image of childish despair.
"So it is, and I think Chow is a little goose not to go at once and enjoy love's young dream without
