Rover saw George and Mabel in the boat, and he wanted to go too. He ran down to the shore, and barked. But George said there would not be room for him.
There was a place where the grapevines hung over the water. George pushed the boat to the place; and he and Mabel picked some grapes.
By and by the sun was almost down. George and Mabel thought it was time to go home. Their mother had told them to come home before dark.
W. O. C.
THE LITTLE CARPENTER.
The picture of the little boy on the opposite page is from a photograph from life: so you may look on it as on a real likeness of some one in England. I do not know his name; but I think he must be some one whose parents have fitted up a little carpenter's shop for him, so that he may learn to do something useful.