rl--Ella G.
A serene girl--Molly Fy.
A great big girl--Ella Phant.
A warlike girl--Millie Tary.
The best girl of all--Your Own.

[Illustration: Puzzle, Where are the cats?]

[Page 20--Girl Land]

[Illustration: Jumping Jennie.]

Jumping-Jennie

Jennie has a jumping-rope
As slender as a whip.
And all about the street and house
She'd skip, and skip, and skip.

She knocked the vases from the shelf,
Upset the stools and chairs,
And one unlucky day, alas!
Went headlong down the stairs.

Against the wall, against the door
Her head she often bumped,
And stumbled here, and stumbled there,
Yet still she jumped, and jumped.

She jumped so high, she jumped so hard,
That--so the story goes--
She wore her shoes and stockings out,
Likewise her heels and toes.

I Don't Care

Matilda was a pretty girl,
And she had flaxen hair;
And yet she used those naughty words
"I'm sure I do not care."

She once her lessons would not learn,
But talk'd about the fair,
And lost her tickets, but she said,
"I'm sure I do not care."

As she advanced to riper years,
I'm sorry to declare,
She still preserved those naughty words,
"I'm sure I do not care."

She grew a woman, and for life
'Twas time she should prepare,
But still she said "there's time enough,
If not, I do not care."

Duties neglected, warnings spurn'd,
Her mother in despair;
And though she saw the evil done,
She said, "I do not care."

Still on she went from bad to worse,
She spurned her father's prayer;
Who feared she'd find an awful end,
Because she would not care.

Afflictions came, and death in view,
Which filled her with despair;
Her God neglected, and she feared
For her He would not care.

Could you have then Matilda seen,
Or heard her broken prayer,
She urged her friends never to use
Those awful words--Don't Care.

Little Miss Meddlesome

Little Miss Meddlesome
Scattering crumbs,
Into the library
Noisily comes--
Twirls off her apron,
Tilts open some books,
And into a work-basket
Rummaging, looks.

Out goes the spools spinning
Over the floor,
Beeswax and needle-case
Stepped out before;
She tosses the tape-rule
And plays with the floss,
And says to herself,
"Now won't mamma be cross!"

Little Miss Meddlesome