_Phoebe Cary_ 70

To the Cardinal Flower _M. R. W._ 40

Touch Not 61

Two Mornings _Mary N. Prescott_ 267

Under the Pear Trees 349

Up and Doing 182

Vacation _Beverly Moore_ 232

War and Peace 126

Way to Walk _M. R. W._ 337

We should hear the Angels singing _Kate Cameron_ 91

What so Sweet _Mary N. Prescott_ 344

What the Clock says 149

Why 24

Willie's Prayer 159

World, The _Lilliput Lectures_ 185

Worship of Nature 361

HAPPY DAYS.

[Illustration: {Settlers run from the native inhabitants}]

THE ORCHARD'S GRANDMOTHER.

I must ask you to go back more than two hundred years, and watch two
people in a quiet old English garden.

One is an old lady reading. In her young days she was a famous beauty.
That was very long ago, to be sure; but I think she is a beauty
still--do not you?

She has such a lovely face, and her eyes are so sweet and bright! and
better than that, they are the kind which see pleasant things in
everybody, and something to like and be interested in. I hope with all
my heart yours are that kind, too.

The other person is a little child. She was christened Mary Brenton,
like her grandmother; but she was called Polly all her days, for
short; and we will call her so.

She is sitting on the grass with a little cat in her arms, which she
is trying to put to sleep. But the kitten is not so accommodating as
a doll would be, and just as Polly does not dare to move for fear of
waking her, she makes up her mind that a run after a leaf and a play
with any chance caterpillar which may be so unlucky as to cross her
path, will be very preferable, and tries to get away.

It is one of the most delightful days that ever was. September, and
almost too warm, if it were not for the breeze that brings cooler air
from