ud said.

By and by she heard another little TAP, TAP, TAP on the window pane.

"Who is there?" she said.

The same soft little voice answered, "It's the Rain, and I want to come
in!"

"No, you can't come in," said the little Rosebud.

Then it was very still for a long time. At last, there came a little
rustling, whispering sound, all round the window: RUSTLE, WHISPER,
WHISPER.

"Who is there?" said the little Rosebud.

"It's the Sunshine," said a little, soft, cheery voice, "and I want to
come in!"

"N--no," said the little pink rose, "you can't come in." And she sat
still again.

Pretty soon she heard the sweet little rustling noise at the key-hole.

"Who is there?" she said.

"It's the Sunshine," said the cheery little voice, "and I want to come
in, I want to come in!"

"No, no," said the little pink rose, "you cannot come in."

By and by, as she sat so still, she heard TAP, TAP, TAP, and RUSTLE,
WHISPER, RUSTLE, all up and down the window pane, and on the door, and
at the key-hole.

"WHO IS THERE?" she said.

"It's the Rain and the Sun, the Rain and the Sun," said two little
voices, together, "and we want to come in! We want to come in! We
want to come in!"

"Dear, dear!" said the little Rosebud, "if there are two of you, I
s'pose I shall have to let you in."

So she opened the door a little wee crack, and in they came. And one
took one of her little hands, and the other took her other little hand,
and they ran, ran, ran with her, right up to the top of the ground.
Then they said,--

"Poke your head through!"

So she poked her head through; and she was in the midst of a beautiful
garden. It was springtime, and all the other flowers had their heads
poked through; and she was the prettiest little pink rose in the whole
garden!

THE COCK-A-DOO-DLE-DOO[1]

[1] From "The Ignominy of being Grown Up," by Dr. Samuel M. Crothers,
in the Atlantic Monthly for July, 1906.

A very little boy made this story up "out of his head," and told it to
his papa I think you littlest ones will like it; I do.

Once upon a time there was a little boy, and he wanted to be a
cock-a-doo-dle-doo So he was a cock-a-doo-dle-doo. And he wanted to
fly up into the sky. So he did fly up into the sky. And he wanted to
get wings and a tail. So he did get some wings and a tail.

THE CLOUD[2]

[2] Adapted from the German of Robert Reinick's Maarchen, Lieder-und
Geschichtenbuch (Velhagen und Klasing, B