rs and hours in bed,
And when nurse came for me at last,
"Your nose is out of joint," she said,
"A baby's come to live with us?"
Well, then, that's what's the matter now;
You might have known how it would be--
Oh dear, my head! Please don't me-ow,
Or I must send you out the room;
Nice little _girls_ don't make a noise
When their mammas give almost all
Their kisses to small red-faced boys.
I tell you, puss, you are too big
To sit with kit upon my knee,
And it's no worse for you to have
Your nose put out of joint than me.

[Illustration]

THE ELEPHANT PUZZLE.

The puzzle is, with two cuts of the scissors to make this elephant stand
on all fours.

INSTRUCTIONS.--Trace or copy the accompanying figure on a piece of
Bristol-board or thick writing paper, and then go to work with your
scissors and see what you can do.

The solution will be given in our next.

* * * * *

=Ants that Bite.=--Foraging ants by countless thousands are met with
everywhere on the banks of the Amazons. Some of them are dwarfs not more
than one-fifth of an inch long, while others are giants ten times as
long, with monstrous heads and jaws. When the pedestrian falls in with a
train of these ants, the first signal given him is a twittering and
restless movement of small flocks of plain-colored birds (ant-thrushes)
in the jungle. If this be disregarded until he advances a few steps
further, he is sure to fall into trouble, and find himself suddenly
attacked by numbers of the ferocious little creatures. They swarm up his
legs with incredible rapidity, each one driving its pincer-like jaws
into his skin, and with the purchase thus obtained doubling in its tail,
and stinging with all its might. There is no course left but to run for
it; if he is accompanied by natives, they will be sure to give the
alarm, crying, "Tanoca!" and scampering at full speed to the other end
of the column of ants. The tenacious insects that have secured
themselves to his legs then have to be plucked off one by one--a task
which is generally not accomplished without pulling them in twain, and
leaving heads and jaws sticking in the wounds.

[Illustration: "WHAR IS YER GWINE TO, MELINDY?"]

[Illustration: BLISSFULLY UNCONSCIOUS.]

[Illustration: PAINFULLY CONSCIOUS.]

End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, January 27, 1880, by Various

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