BY FRANCOIS COPPEE (ADAPTED) Once upon a time,--so long ago that the world has forgotten the date,--in a city of the North of Europe,--the name of which is so hard to pronounce that no one remembers it,--there was a little boy, just seven... Read more of The Wooden Shoes Of Little Wolff at Children Stories.ca

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POPE was one evening at Button's coffee-house, where he and a set of
literati had got poring over a Latin manuscript, in which they had found
a passage that none of them could comprehend. A young officer, who heard
their conference, begged that he might be permitted to look at the
passage. Oh, says Pope, sarcastically, by all means; pray let the
young gentleman look at it. Upon which the officer took up the
manuscript, and, considering it a while, said there only wanted a note
of interrogation to make the whole intelligible: which was really the
case. And pray, master, says Pope, with a sneer, what is a note of
interrogation?--A note of interrogation, replied the young fellow,
with a look of great contempt, is a little crooked thing that asks
questions.

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