hats
on Harry and Freddy; Uncle David drove up to
the house; and they all got into the carriage,
and had a nice ride home.

S. B. T.

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JACK FROST.

JACK FROST, he is with us again;
He comes every winter, you know:
But we're hardy and bold,
And we don't mind the cold,
And we welcome the ice and the snow.

Jack Frost plays a rough sort of game
With the children wherever he goes:
He pinches their cheeks;
Their noses he tweaks;
And he treads on their ten little toes.

Jack Frost makes the ground rather hard:
But with thick boots we clatter about;
And we run till our breath
Puffs away like a wreath
Of white steam from the teakettle's spout.

Jack Frost lays his hand on the pond,
And turns it to glittering ice;
Then the skaters they glide,
And the sliders they slide:
Think of that, Charley; isn't it nice!

Jack Frost, he is sure to be found
Where the sleigh-bells are tinkling clear;
As the horses, so strong,
Canter gayly along,
While the lads give a shout and a cheer.

Jack Frost, then, you're welcome again;
Of pleasures you bring us a store:
But be mild as you can,
Oh, you fierce little man!
When you visit the feeble and poor.

GEORGE BENNETT.

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MISS JONES'S PICTURE.

I HAVE just been looking at Miss Jones's picture. How do you think Miss
Jones looks?

She wears a shawl pinned close up to her throat, a cap tied under her
chin, and a pair of spectacles over some very wise-looking eyes.

What a funny-looking picture! I call it a funny picture, because the
clothes are an old lady's clothes; but the face is a little girl's face,
round and plump and rosy. If I could take off the cap and the shawl and
the spectacles, I should see a little girl of four years, with a white
dress, a pink sash, and long curls hanging down over her shoulders.

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Her name is Edith May. Her mamma calls her Edie. Edie likes to fix
herself up, and "play people" as she calls it. She takes many different
parts.

Sometimes she is an old lady, and sometimes she is