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GAME PUZZLE FOR JULY.

Our Game Puzzle for this month will be in the form of a little story.
Four children were one bright summer afternoon standing together in an
old-fashioned garden. There was Millicent, aged fourteen, upon whom sat
a weight of care, for it was her task to look after and amuse the other
three, viz., her two brothers Harry and Arthur, aged ten and eight
respectively, and little Beatrice, aged five. The children seemed
altogether out of sorts, they were cross, petulant, teasing, and would
settle to nothing. At last Milly thought of the toys indoors, and said,
"Now we will go and have a good game in the nursery."

"No," said Bee, stoutly, "me don't want to do and play wiz dolly to-day.
I 'ike ze darden best."

In this fashion answered the others.

Then, said Milly, an idea dawning on her, "shall we try a new game out
of doors?"

"A new game out of doors--just the thing," the boys chimed in.

"Let us all stand," said Milly, "together by this bower, and in turn
think of some flower. I will begin, and so show you the way. I think of
a polyanthus, and I say, 'Who will first touch a poly?' Then I count
three, and if any of you can guess the word during that time we shall
all start together for the nearest polyanthus, and when we reach it
call 'polyanthus.' Who reaches the flower first scores a mark. Do you
understand?"

Yes, they all thought that would do, and so they tried it quite
successfully. Such shouts of "Fuchsia," "Dahlia," "Geranium,"
"Snapdragon," &c. &c.; but when it came to Beatrice's turn they thought
she wasn't old enough to think of a flower on her own account, and so
suggested all kinds of words.

"No, me tell one myself," she said, and then grandly pronounced "Wo."

"What's that?" they all exclaimed, and whilst Bee counted three they all
puzzled to find it out.

Then little Bee ran a few yards and stopped at the nearest Rose-bush.
"Why, that's a _Rose_," said Harry.

"Tourse it is, silly boy, didn't I say 'Wo?' and isn't it a 'Wosy
Posy?'"

And so they all played on, and their little faces brightened into
smiles, and fretfulness was forgotten in a good game as it always is;
and by