n her right
eye, her left cheek, her nose, and her lips, and whisper in her ear that
I love her very much; then pull my grandpapa's whiskers, and give him
two kisses; then give a kiss to all my uncles and aunts, and take one
for yourself from your little nephew,

JAMIE.

THE DISAPPOINTED KITTY.

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THE name of my kitten is Breezy. I gave her that name because she is
never quiet. When she cannot frolic, she mews; but, as she is frolicking
all the time when she is not asleep, she does not make much of an
outcry, after all.

It has been the height of Breezy's ambition to catch a mouse. The other
day, I was sitting in my little arm-chair, studying my spelling-lesson,
when what should come forth from under the cupboard but a wee mouse not
much bigger than the bowl of a teaspoon.

Breezy, for a wonder, was asleep on the rug. Mousie looked around, as if
in search of some crumbs. I put down my book, and kept very still. Which
did I favor in my heart,--Mousie, or Breezy?

To tell the truth, my sympathies were divided. The little bright-eyed
mouse was so cunning and swift, that I thought to myself, "What a pity
to kill such a bright little fellow!" But then I knew how disappointed
poor Breezy would be, if she should wake, and learn somehow that a mouse
had run over the floor while she was indulging in inglorious slumber.

Out came mousie quite boldly, and, finding some crumbs under the table,
nibbled at them in great haste. Poor little fellow, if I had had a bit
of cheese, I should have been tempted to give it to him, there and then.

But, all at once, Breezy woke, and saw what was going on. Mousie,
however, had not been so stupid, while making his meal, as not to keep
one eye open on his enemy. Quick as a flash he ran for the little crack
that led under the cupboard, and thus made his escape.

Poor Breezy! She seemed really ashamed of herself. She had her nose at
that crack a full hour after mousie had escaped. It seemed as if she
could not get over her disappointment. Every day since then she has
patiently watched the cupboard. Will mousie give her another chance?
That remains to be seen.

FANNY EVERTON.

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[Illustration: THE MARE AND HER COLT.

V. XXI.--NO. 6.]

THE MARE AND HER COLT.

HERE is a picture of the mare and her colt. The old mare is almost
white; but