ONCE upon a time there was a boy called Jolly Calle who was always as happy as happy could be. He was a poor boy and quite alone in the world, for he had lost both his father and mother. If anyone pitied him on account of this misfortune he would answer : " Well, at any rate I had a father and mother once, and I remember them both quite well. I remember being whipped by my father, and my mother wiping away my tears and kissing me. I am quite sure they are both in heaven now, for all the loving care they gave me here on earth, and I ought not to wish my parents back again out of heaven, ought I ? Just think of those who can't remember ever having set eyes on their parents ! You may be sorry for them if you like! " And then Calle would laugh. When it rained Calle was always in the best of spirits. " There is nothing so merry as the rain," he would say. a Look at all the funny little drops sparkling and hopping about, and one gets so nice and wet all over too ! " ...