keep on the grass.
I don't want to cry;
But I'm afraid I'm going to:
Oh, dear me!
What am I to do?

TOAD.

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Here's a dreadful thing!--
A boy in the way,
I don't know what to do:
I don't know what to say.
I can't see the reason
Such monsters should be loose:
I'm trembling all over;
But that is of no use.

JOHNNY.

I must go to school,
The bell is going to stop:
That terrible old toad,--
If he only would hop!

TOAD.

I must cross the path,
I can hear my children croak;
I hope that dreadful boy
Will not give me a poke.

A hop and a start, a flutter and a rush,
Johnny is at school, and the toad in his bush.

H.A.F.

* * * * *

THE HEN WHO HELPED HERSELF.

In a city not far from Boston, there once lived a stout little fellow
named Willie Wilkins. He was six years old, had red cheeks and blue
eyes, and such curly hair that it was always in a tumble, no matter how
much it was brushed.

One summer his mamma took him into the country to spend a few weeks at a
farm-house. The farmer's wife, Mrs. Hill, was very glad to have him
come, for she had no girls or boys of her own, to make the house
pleasant. She liked to see Willie running about, and hear his shrill
voice calling after the great house-dog Bruno.

One morning Willie had been as busy as ever at his play: he had been in
the orchard, hunting for ripe apples; he had been in the barn, looking
for hen's eggs in the sweet hay; he had been down to the brook, sailing
his boat; and he had played market-man, with Bruno harnessed for a
horse.

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After all this, the little boy was both tired and hungry: so he went
back to the house, and sat down on the broad stone steps outside the
kitchen-door to rest. Mrs. Hill was busy in the kitchen, frying
doughnuts, and, when Willie saw what she was doing, he was more hungry
than ever. The doughnuts looked very brown and nice; but Willie was too
bashful to ask for one.

At last Mrs. Hill looked up, and, seeing Willie's blue eyes fixed upon
her with such an eager gaze, she guessed at once what he wanted. She
gave him a doughnut and a kiss, and he sat down on the doorstep with
the doughnut in his hand. But he had hardly taken two bites of it, when
a strange thing happened.

Some hens were scratching around in the yard to find food for themselves
and their chickens. Now one