m, "is
_that_ how it is outside? Now we shall det wet to the skin."

"Come," said Puck, "let's go find us another house; it'll be better
by-and-by."

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So they went, and they went, till they came to old Mother Bee, who lived
with her children in the leafy house of the linden-tree.

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"Oh, come in," said she; "but you must sit quite still, or else my
children will sting you. As for me, I must go and gather honey."

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For a little while they sat quite still. "Sister Blossom," said Puck,
"it's too close in here. I must go see where they keep the honey." He
was starting off that very minute, but all the Bee children flew up in
such a rage, and fastened themselves upon Puck and Blossom, that they
got away, they hardly knew how.

"I didn't even det a taste of their old honey, and I'm all stung up,"
sobbed Blossom.

"Never mind," said Puck, comfortingly, "it'll be better by-and-by."

On the meadow whom should they meet but Master Stork. "Oh, take us with
you up to your nest!" cried Puck. Master Longlegs, being quite willing,
quickly snatched up the children in his long bill, and set them down in
his nest.

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"Sit still," said he, "then you'll have plenty of room."

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For a little while they sat quite still. "Sister Blossom," said Puck,
"it's too close in here. I've seen young storks fly. I know how they do
it; I can do it too. Come, now, you do just what I do." He spread his
little arms, she spread her little arms, and--

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Thump!--they lay on the ground.

[TO BE CONTINUED.]

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MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN.

I have subscribed for YOUNG PEOPLE for a year. When I have read
it, I send it to my cousins in England. We are going there in
June, to stay at my grandfather's house. I shall be eight years
old on the 25th of March, and I have been across the ocean six
times. I will write when I am in England, and tell you about the
beautiful things I shall see there. Grandma has some rabbits
waiting for me. There is a pond there, with ducks, and Chinese
geese, and swans, and all kinds of fowls.

JOHN MACC.

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MUSKOGEE, INDIAN TERRITORY.

I am nine years old. We live on a hill. There are many hills here
just like it, and the people here call them mounds. They are
shaped very queer. They r