"It's no use, papa. I hid under the clothes, and now they've gone off and got lanterns to find me with."
WASHINGTON'S BIRTHDAY IN THE SCHOOL-ROOM.
"Ef George had been a girl, and had dressed in female clo'es,
Would he have been the mother of her country, do you s'pose?"
THE BULL-FROG DANCE.
It is lovely when the moonlight is a-shining on the bog,
To watch the lively antics of the agile-legged frog;
When the moonfay boys are playing on their long and limpid flutes,
It sends a thrill of pleasure down our spinals to our boots.
On a mushroom seat,
With the grasses at our feet,
And the lightning-bugs a-flashing here and there beneath the trees,
'Tis a very pretty sight,
In the pale moonlight,
With an undertone of humming and a-thrumming of the bees.
You can talk about the pleasure that you mortals find on earth,
You can crack your funny jokelets, we don't envy you your mirth;
For you've never had the laughter
That we moonfay boys get after
We have watched for forty minutes three long-legged bull-frogs dance!