ou want!" And she
sat down and played some merry tune, while he pricked up his ears
and put his nose down close to her fingers, he was so pleased.
Then he rubbed her shoulder with his nose, and Mary played another
tune for him.

"Now, Jack," mamma said, "you've had a nice time; but you must
go back to your stable. Kate and Nell will miss you if you stay
longer."

Then Mary opened the dining-room door, and Jack followed her down
the long entry and out to the stable, just like a dog.--Yours
truly,

B.P.

TONGUES WHICH CARRY TEETH.

You've heard of folks with biting tongues, I dare say, and very
disagreeable they are, no doubt, though, of course, they do not
actually bite with their tongues. However, there really is an
unpleasant fellow whose tongue carries twenty-six thousand eight
hundred teeth! A capital one for biting, you'd suppose. He is nothing
but a slug, though, and his army of teeth only scrape, not bite, I'm
told. Then, too, there is a sort of cousin of his, a periwinkle, who
has a long ribbon-like tongue, armed with six hundred crosswise rows
of hooks, about seven in a row.

You can make sure of these surprising facts, my dears, with the aid of
patience and a microscope.

DIZZY DISTANCES.

The other day, one of the school-children said to a chum, "The Little
Schoolma'am told us this morning that some parts of the ocean are more
than four miles deep!"

That's easy to say, thought I, but try to think it, my dear! Fix on
a place four miles away from you, and then imagine every bit of that
distance stretching down under you, instead of straight before you.
Perhaps in this way you may gain an idea of the depth of the ocean;
but just consider the height of the air--which, I'm told, is a sort
of envelope about the earth--more than nine times the depth of the
ocean! Yet, what a wee bit of a way toward the moon would those
thirty-six miles take us! And from the earth to the moon is only a
very little step on the long way to the sun.

Oh dear! Let's stop and take a breath! Why did I begin talking of such
dizzy distances?

LAND THAT INCREASES IN HEIGHT.

Here is a letter in answer to the Little School-ma'am's question which
I passed over to you in April, and it raises such startling ideas,
that, may be, you'd do well to look farther into the matter:

DEAR JACK: We suppose that the Little Schoolma'am and her writers
on Greenland will concede its