Boy. I like to have my couch of green. Jane loves green. What do you call this?
Lady. A blush, or faint bloom; some call it bloom of peach; it is near white. That is quite white.
Boy. May I sit on the grass? I love to sit in the shade, and read my book.
Lady. The earth is as dry as a floor now.
Boy. If I could reach those sweet peas I would get some seed; they are such nice round balls. Jane likes them to play with.
Lady. You may go now and fetch a quill for me; do not put it in your mouth. While you go, I shall go on with the work.
THE BEES.
A little girl was eating her supper; it was bread and milk, with some honey. “Pray,” said the little girl, “who makes honey for my supper?”
Mother. The bees collect it.