anuts from the bag
Till she hadn't another one.

"And is that all?" sighed Gold-Locks.
"Pshaw, is that all?" cried Ted.
"No--one thing more! 'Tis quite, quite time
That little folks were in bed!"

CLARA DOTY BATES.

[Illustration: {A BOY AND A GIRL ON A SWING.}]

HEAR US SING SEE US SWING UP IN THE OLD OAK TREE.

O--oh! O--oh!
Here we go,
Now so high,
Now so low;
Soon, soon,
We'll reach the moon;
Hear us sing,
See us swing,
Up in the old oak-tree.

O--oh! O--oh!
To and fro,
Like the birds,
High and low;
See us fly
To the sky;
Hear us sing,
On the wing,
Up in the old oak-tree.

L. A. B. C.

[Illustration: {TWO BOATS NEAR THE SHORE.}]

SAILOR BABIES.

[Illustration: {A PAIR OF BIRDS.}]

Birds, and birds, and birds! Have you any idea how many kinds of birds
there are? I am very sorry you could not count them all. And such
queer fellows many of them are! There are butcher-birds and
tailor-birds, soldier-birds--the penguins, you know, who stand on the
sea-shore like companies of soldiers, "heads up, eyes front, arms
(meaning wings) at the sides"--and sailor-birds. It is about one of
the sailor-birds and his babies that I am going to tell you now. She
is called the Little Grebe, or sometimes, by her intimate friends, the
Dabchick. She is a pretty little bird, about nine inches long, with
brown head and back, and grayish-white breast. She and her husband are
both extremely fond of the water. "We are first cousins to the
Divers!" they sometimes say proudly. "The Divers are never happy away
from the water, and neither are we. It is very vulgar to live on land
all the time. One might almost as well have four legs, and be a
creature at once!" (The Divers are a very proud family, and speak of
all quadrupeds as "creatures.") Mr. and Mrs. Grebe have very
curiously webbed feet, looking more like a horse-chestnut leaf with
three lobes than anything else. They are excellent swimmers and
divers; indeed, in diving, the Great Northern Diver himself is not so
quick and alert. If anything frightens them, pop! they are under the
water in the shaking of a feather; and you may sometimes see them in a
pond, popping up and down like little absurd Jacks-in-the-box. As they
think the land so very vulgar, of course they do not want