See this pret-ty bas-ket of flow-ers. We gath-ered them this mor-ning in the gar-den. There are tu-lips and roses and lil-ies, and they all look so fresh and smell so sweet! Pa-pa took us all out,-Fred-dy, and Har-ry, and Er-nest, and me. Nell-ie did not go. Poor Nell-ie sprained her an-kle last week skip-ping in the lane. Fred-dy was rush-ing up trund-ling his big hoop, and Nell-ie was run-ning to get out of the way, when she fell, and now she lies in bed. We shall put the bas-ket in her room, and when she sees the flow-ers it will seem as if she had been out in the garden too with dear Pa-pa. But let me tell you what Er-nest did in the gar-den. He stood be-fore a tall fox-glove - one of those plants, you know, that shoot up in a long stem, and have red flow-ers with wide-open mouths hang-ing down the sides. Well, a Bum-ble Bee popped in-to one of the o-pen flowers, and what did Er-nest do but close the mouth of the flow-er on the bee be-tween his fing-er and thumb. Of course it stung him. How he roared with the sharp pain! He will not do such a thing a-gain, for he knows now what sort of fel-lows Bum-ble Bees are. half-pen-ny play-fel-lows whis-tle pud-ding Girls and boys, come out to play, The moon does shine as bright as day; Leave your sup-per, and leave your sleep, And come with your play-fel-lows in-to the street; Come with a whis-tle, come with a call, You find milk, and I'll find flour, hour. dra dre dri- dro dru Har-ry dreads drink-ing drugs. Let us make a fire of dross to dry your drab dress. Poor Jane Drake! they make her quite a drudge! The drum-mer dropped his drumstick at drill yes-ter-day. They drag the dredge through the canal, and bring up the drowned man, drip-ping wet. The dray-man drives his dray slow-ly past a drove of sheep. THE COCK AND HEN. Hen. "You prom-ise me shoes, year af-ter year, year after year, and yet I get no shoes." Cock. "You shall have them, never fear, Hen-ny-Penny." E Hen.-"I lay egg af-ter egg, egg af-ter egg, and yet I go a-bout barefoot." Cock. "Well, take your eggs, and be off to the mar-ket, and buy your-self shoes, and don't go any long-er bare-foot." LITTLE RAIN-DROPS. be-cause naugh-ty broke Oh! where do you come from, They won't let me walk, And they won't let me play, They put a-way my play-things And then they locked up all my bricks, Tell me, lit-tle rain-drops, They say I'm very naugh-ty; The lit-tle rain-drops can-not speak; Means, "We can play on this side, God's Power taught per-fume steady ti-ny clothed I asked the lit-tle joy-ous bird, In the bright blue morn-ing sky; Who had giv-en to him his wing, I asked the lit-tle love-ly flow-er, |