s, all at once, has baby grown!
Back and forth, with merry cries,
Like a little bird he flies;
First to father, then to mother,
Then to sister, then to brother,
Greeting each with laughing eyes.
Bravely done!
Shout for baby, every one!

GEORGE S. BURLEIGH.

A WOFUL TALE.

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CHAPTER I.

MAKING FRIENDS.

Jane has on a clean apron. In her hand she has a piece of cake. She has
just taken one bite when she meets a dog.

"Good dog," says Jane, "come let me pat you." He looks up, and whines,
as much as to say, "I am glad to see you, Jane."

CHAPTER II.

RATHER TOO INTIMATE.

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"You like me, don't you?" says Jane. "You are a sweet little pet. I
wonder what your name is. I shall name you Skip. Come up here, Skip, and
let me smooth your silken hair."

So Skip springs up, and puts both of his front paws on little Jane's
clean apron. Jane is startled. Does he want to kiss her, or does he want
the cake? Ah, it is the cake that the sly rogue wants!

CHAPTER III.

THE END.

Jane is seated on the ground. She is in tears. Her friend Skip has left
her. Her cake has gone too. Did Skip snatch it away from her?

Yes, he did, without giving her a chance to take a second bite. And he
pushed her down besides. And he ran away and left her. Poor little girl!
Ungrateful little dog!

JANE OLIVER.

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THE BROKEN KITE.

It was a splendid great kite, almost as tall as George himself. It was a
birthday-gift from his grandfather.

George had never owned a kite before; and there never was a happier boy
than he when he went out to fly it for the first time.

But he came back looking quite sad.

"Why, what is the matter my boy?" said his grandfather.

George held up his kite. There was a large hole in it. In trying to
raise his kite, the little boy, being perhaps rather clumsy, had got it
entangled in a tree. Its beauty was spoiled, and George had brought it
home without having had the pleasure of seeing it up in the sky.

"Well, well," said his kind old grandfather, "we will have it mended and
try it again. Better luck next time!"

Carlo, the dog, looked up, as much as to say, "If there is anything I
can do for you, George, call on me."

But George's bright little sister Susan, without saying a word, ran into
the house and brought a pot of paste and some paper