nd a piece for me to learn."

So I undertook to find pieces for them all. I thought that was an easy
thing to do; but, when I came to try it, it proved to be a hard task. I
looked through all my books and papers, without finding much of any
thing to suit me.

I was almost ready to give up the whole plan, when a bright little boy
handed me a book with a green cover, and said, "I think there are some
nice pieces in this."

I took the book, and looked it through. First I looked at the pictures;
and they pleased me so well, that I turned back to the first page, and
began to read. The more I read, the better I liked it; and, before I got
to the end, I was delighted.

"Why, Johnny," said I, "I thank you for bringing me this. It is the very
thing we want."

I sent out at once, and bought twelve back numbers of "The Nursery;"
and, before Saturday morning came, each of the children had learned a
piece from them by heart.

Since then "The Nursery" has been in regular use in our school; and we
depend upon having a new number every month. Every one of the children
wishes to be the owner of a copy: so I think we shall soon make up quite
a large club.

E. H.

WHERE THE DANDELIONS WENT.

WHEN Willy was two years old, he lived in a red farmhouse with a yard in
front of it. The dandelions were very thick there; so that the yard
looked yellow, instead of green.

One bright morning Willy's mamma put on his straw hat, and sent him out
in the yard to play. She knew the yard had a high fence; and he could
not open the gate; so he was safe.

When it was time for him to have a nap, and mamma went to call him, she
noticed that a great many of the dandelions were gone. She wondered
where they were; but, as Willy could not talk much, she did not ask him
about them.

A short time after, while Willy was asleep in his crib, his mamma went
out to draw some water. When the bucket came up full of water, the top
was all yellow with dandelions. Looking down into the well, she could
see no water at all, only dandelions.

It was no wonder, then, where the blossoms had gone. Willy had been very
busy _trying to fill up the well_!

L. W. GAY.

THE BIRD'S-NEST.

LAST summer little Josie, with her papa and mamma, went into the country
to spend a few weeks with her grandmother. Grandmother lives on a farm;
and Jos