t: Many thanks for putting into your
April sermon the picture and letter which I sent to you. Now, I
must let you know about the explanations that some of your bright
chicks have given.

Arnold Guyot Cameron, S.E.S., O.C. Turner, Louise G. Hinsdale, and
the partners E.K.S. and M.G.V. guessed the right word, which is
"Reflection"; and, of course, it needed some "reflection" to find
it out. The lady in the picture is absorbed in "reflection" upon
something she has been reading in her book; but, besides this,
the water is represented as sending back a "reflection" of nearly
every other object in the picture.

Several others of your youngsters wrote, but they were not so
fortunate in their attempts. "Mignon" suggests the word "Heads,"
for the reason that the guessing has given employment to many
heads. John F. Wyatt thinks that "Beautiful" is the word. Alfred
Whitman, C.H. Payne, and Nellie Emerson, though writing from three
places far apart, agree in giving the word "Reverie" as their
notion of the right one. George A. Mitchell thinks it is "Study";
Arthur W. James guesses "Meditation"; and Hallie quietly hints
"Calm." "P.," however, believes that the word is "Misrepresented,"
which he inclines to write, "Miss represented." But Nathalie
B. Conkling puts forward the exclamation "Alas!" as the proper
solution, spelling it "A lass."

Now, puns are not always good wit, and these two are not puns of
the best kind; but they, as well as the other guesses, show that
your chicks have lively minds, able to see a thing from more than
one point of view, even although their conjectures do not hit the
very center of the mark in every instance. I am much obliged
to them all for their letters, and to you, dear Jack, for your
kindness.--Sincerely your friend,

THE LITTLE SCHOOLMA'AM.

"FIDDLE-DIDDLE-DEE!"

Little Davie ran through the garden,--a great slice of bread and
butter in one hand, and his spelling-book in the other. He was going
to study his lesson for to-morrow.

You could not imagine a prettier spot than Davie's "study," as he
called it. It was under a great oak-tree, that stood at the edge of a
small wood. The little boy sat down on one of the roots and opened his
book.

[Illustration: The Little Brown Wren.]

"But first," thought he, "I'll finish my bread and butter."

So he let his