at hand.
We felt sorry to leave, but Mamma, to console us in part, planned a
little out-door feast for the day before our going, to which our
little friends were all invited, and a happy, merry band of children
played out under the trees, and ate the goodies so generously
provided. Just before breaking up, we all joined in playing our
favorite game of "snap the whip," and with screams and laughter, one
after another of the weakest ones rolled over in the soft grass. The
last night at Willow-spring wound up with a grand frolic, in which all
took part.

GREAT EXPECTATIONS.

Every little grape, dear, that clings unto the vine,
Expects some day to ripen its little drops of wine.
Every little girl, I think, expects in time to be
Exactly like her own mamma--as sweet and good as she.
Every little boy who has a pocket of his own,
Expects to be the biggest man the world has ever known.
Every little lambkin, too, that frisks upon the green,
Expects to be the finest sheep that ever yet was seen.
Every little baby colt expects to be a horse;
Every little puppy hopes to be a dog, of course.
Every little kitten pet, so tender and so nice,
Expects to be a grown-up cat and live on rats and mice.
Every little fluffy chick, in downy yellow dressed,
Expects some day to crow and strut or cackle at his best.
Every little baby bird that peeps from out its nest,
Expects some day to cross the sky from glowing east to west.
Now every hope I've mentioned here will bring its sure event,
Provided nothing happens, dear, to hinder or prevent.

"WHERE'S SOPHIE?"

Sophie climbed the garden trellis,
Plucked the finest grapes in view;
How they shone with red and amber,
As the sun came glinting through.

She was taking painting lessons,
And she paused and gazed at them;
"Oh," she said, "a pretty picture,
Grapes and green leaves on a stem.

"I will leave them here, unbroken,
Close beside the garden walk;
Look!" she said, to Cousin Mary,
"Just anear this broken stalk."

Off they went through pleasant pathways;
Staying longer than they knew,
By a russet, leaf-strewn border,
With its asters, pink and blue.

Then their friendly gossip over,
Homeward as they turned to go;
"Oh, the grapes!" said Sophie, quickly,
"We must go for those, you know."

When