Grand fun this hot weather; and by-and-by we'll have an archery meeting, and you can give us a prize.
Come on, Ben.

I've got plenty of whip-cord to rig up the bows, and then we'll show the ladies some first-class shooting." "I can't; never had a decent bow in my life.

The little gilt one I used to wave round when I was a Coopid wasn't worth a cent to go," answered Ben, feeling as if that painted "prodigy" must have been a very distant connection of the respectable young person now walking off arm in arm with the lord of the manor.
"Practice is all you want.

I used to be a capital shot, but I don't believe I could hit any thing but a barn-door now," answered Thorny, encouragingly.
As the boys vanished, with much tramping of boots and banging of doors, Bab observed, in the young-ladyish tone she was apt to use when she composed her active little mind and body to the feminine task of needlework,-- "We used to make bows of whalebone when we were little girls, but we are too old to play so now." "I'd like to, but Bab won't, 'cause she 's most 'leven years old," said honest Betty, placidly rubbing her needle in the "ruster," as she called the family emery-bag.
"Grown people enjoy archery, as bow and arrow shooting is called, especially in England.

I was reading about it the other day, and saw a picture of Queen Victoria with her bow; so you needn't be ashamed of it, Bab," said Miss Celia, rummaging among the books and papers in her sofa corner to find the magazine she wanted, thinking a new play would be as good for the girls as for the big boys.
"A queen, just think!" and Betty looked much impressed by the fact, as well as uplifted by the knowledge that her friend did not agree in thinking her silly because she preferred playing with a harmless home-made toy to firing stones or snapping a pop-gun.
"In old times, bows and arrows were used to fight great battles with; and we read how the English archers shot so well that the air was dark with arrows, and many men were killed." "So did the Indians have 'em; and I've got some stone arrow-heads,--found 'em by the river, in the dirt!" cried Bab, waking up, for battles interested her more than queens.
"While you finish your stints I'll tell you a little story about the Indians," said Miss Celia, lying back on her cushions, while the needles began to go again, for the prospect of a story could not be resisted.
"A century or more ago, in a small settlement on the banks of the Connecticut,--which means the Long River of Pines,--there lived a little girl called Matty Kilburn.