little air. The water is on the
end of the pipe, and Tommie blows the air into the pipe, and the bubble
grows big and round. When it breaks, the air sucks up the water, which
was the outside of the bubble, and the air which was inside mixes with
the air in the room."

"Now do you suppose you can tell Papa all about it, when he comes home
to dinner?" asked Mamma.

"Of course I can," said Tommie, proudly. "Haven't you just told me all
about it?"

A HORSE WHO WORE SNOW SHOES.

Mr. Brown had to go to his camp at Pine Tree Valley, which is in the
midst of the mountains in California.

His men were cutting down the giant trees, and piling them in readiness
for the Spring freshet, or floods of the river, when the snows melted.
Then they would slide them down the mountain sides to the little
villages below.

There was a great deal of snow on the mountains, and Mr. Brown knew it
would be hard work climbing to the camp, but Lady Gray was strong, and
used to it.

Lady Gray was Mr. Brown's pet horse, and carried him everywhere. She was
always happy when her master was in the saddle.

But to-day the snow was very deep and soon Mr. Brown had to get off,
throw away the saddle, and lead her. They had to stop very often, and
lean against the trees and rocks for support, while they rested and
regained their breath.

In places the snow was so deep and soft, that they sank above their
knees. Late in the afternoon they reached the camp nearly exhausted, and
it was several days before they were able to return.

The snow was still deep and Mr. Brown knew he must go back on
snow-shoes, but he was afraid Lady Gray would have to be left behind.

Finally one of the men suggested making her some snow-shoes. They cut
four round pieces of board, twelve inches across, and fastened them on
with rope. Lady Gray seemed to understand what they were for and tried
very hard to walk in them.

She was very awkward at first and could hardly stand up, but by
practicing a little every day she was soon able to manage nicely.

So Mr. Brown and Lady Gray both returned on snow-shoes, and how every
one did laugh when they saw them.

But Lady Gray never could have done it if she had not tried.

THE ANGRY BOBOLINK.

Pretty little bobolink
In your satin coat,
Trimmed with white across the neck
Black about the throat,
Why so angry do you seem?
Why so fierce your mien?
That you're scolding somebody