y did! But his friends
are a curious lot and they work their brains over-time to think of some
scheme to make Kiddie tell. If you want to know what they do
accidentally discover about Kiddie himself and how excited every body
becomes as the rare news spreads from mouth to mouth, you will find
that and many other remarkable things about him in this interesting
story of his life in the Maple tree that grows in Farmer Green's yard.
You will like Kiddie. He is very modest and retiring--behaving very much
as any well raised youngster should, and when you understand just how it
happens that he keeps repeating that funny remark about Katy, you can
join him in the hearty laugh he has on his friends.

THE TALE OF OLD MR. CROW

Mr. Crow has a very solemn look--unless you regard him closely. But it
is a very sly, knowing look, if you take pains to stare boldly into his
eyes. Like many human beings, he is fond of clothes, and he particularly
likes gay ones, but perhaps that is because he is so black himself.
Anyhow, so long as he can wear a bright red coat and a yellow
necktie--or a bright red necktie and a yellow coat--he is generally
quite happy. One fall Mr. Crow decides to stay in Pleasant Valley during
the winter, instead of going South, and he remembers all at once that he
will need some warm clothing. Now, Mr. Frog, the tailor, and Jimmy
Rabbit, the shoemaker, know just how to talk to Mr. Crow to sell their
merchandise, playing upon his vanity to buy the latest, and even to "set
the styles," but they have to be pretty keen and sly to get the best of
Mr. Crow in the end. Mr. Crow has his good points as well as his bad
ones, and he helps Farmer Green a lot more than he injures him it is
said. Nevertheless, Farmer Green does not figure that way,--and in
justice to old "Jim Crow," you should read of his adventures for
yourself.

THE TALE OF SOLOMON OWL

All the folks down in Pleasant Valley know Solomon Owl. Well, it's this
way. If you hear Solomon Owl on a dark night when his "Wha-Wha!
Whoo-ah!" sends a chill 'way up your spine, and if you see him you can
never forget him, either. He has great, big, staring eyes that make you
feel queer when you look at his pale face. No, sir, little folks like
Mr. Frog, the tailor, certainly don't like to have any visits from
Solomon Owl when Solomon has a fine appetite. To be sure, Farmer Green
isn't happy when Solomon steals some of his fine chickens, and neither
are the chickens fo