CHARLEY'S OPINION.
The girls may have their dollies,
Made of china or of wax:
I prefer a little hammer,
And a paper full of tacks.
There's such comfort in a chisel!
And such music in a file!
I wish that little pocket-saws
Would get to be the style!
My kite may fly up in the tree;
My sled be stuck in mud;
And all my hopes of digging wells
Be nipped off in the bud:
But with a little box of nails,
A gimlet and a screw,
I'm happier than any king:
I've work enough to do.
Anna E. Treat.
COOSIE AND CARRIE.
Cousin Charles said, "Come and see the sheep." So I went to where he was standing on the front porch, and calling "Co-nan, co-nan, co-nan!" The gate was open; and the sheep and lambs were coming into the yard.
I asked, "Why do you tell John to drive the sheep into the yard?" Charles answered, "Because it has been raining hard; and the brook in the meadow has grown so big, that I am afraid the sheep will get drowned in it.
"Last year we found a sheep lying dead in the brook. Her two lambs were standing near by, crying for her. We took them to the house, and fed them with milk. We named them Coosie and Carrie. Mother can tell you about them."
Then I ran to auntie, and said, "Oh! tell me all about Coosie and Carrie." So my aunt told me about them; and this is what she said:—