Finch and Goldie,
Redpole fine,
In the corn field
Came to dine.
"Oh! what is that?"
They startled cry,
All in a flutter
Rushing by.
"Look, silly birds,
And you will know
It can not hurt,"
Cawed Father Crow.
"Tis but a thing
'Gainst nature's law,
Only a sham—
'A man of straw.'"
[THE BATH-ROOM.]
Cries Tom, in the bath, "I'm a seal at the Zoo."
Says Ted, on the rug, "Then I'm glad I'm not you."
"Ah, but, Ted," answers Tommy, "you know you're my brother;
And if I am a seal, why, you must be another!"
We want to tell you a little story, by way of introducing the letters this week. The other day three boys we know went off for an afternoon's skating. The ice was as smooth as glass, and they flew over it like the wind, sometimes describing great circles, sometimes spinning around like tops, then cutting all sorts of pretty fancy figures, and again racing along as fast as their skates could go.