In ran Tiptoe. Tiptoe had news to tell. But they were all asleep. Asleep in the daytime, Grandpa in his big chair, Ned on one knee, and Ba-by on the other. "O what a waste of time!" thought Tiptoe. "They don't know what I have seen! dandelions in the grass! bluebirds on the fence! Chickens in Speckle's coop! three lit-tle new cats at the barn! and the sun shines and the wind blows! and the clouds race a-cross the sky!" Tiptoe barked for joy, his lit-tle dog-heart was so glad in him. I am quite sure it was the bright weather with all things growing and stirring, that made Tiptoe bark for joy.
The barking awoke Ba-by. Ba-by woke Ned, and Ned woke Grandpa, and they all went out with Tiptoe for a walk, and were so glad and gay they could have barked too.
I wish I knew the names of those first two dear lit-tle chil-dren who thought how to clasp their four hands in a way to make a seat to carry a child, and where they lived, and how long ago it was. Don't you? They must have been kind chil-dren.
SYBIL'S CARRIAGE.
[SYBIL GOES OUT TO MAKE CALLS.]
One rainy day last week, when Ba-by Sybil was not well and cried and would not play, Jack and Jessie made a carriage with their hands, and Sybby rode all o-ver the house, and made calls and saw the sights, as hap-py as she could be. "Trot! Trot fast!" Sybby cried. Then her span went fast. "Whoa! Slow, slow!" called the lady in the coach. Then her horses walked. This was Sybil's favorite play.
