When the sheep were driven away into the meadow-lot again, I stood near the gate to see them go. The old sheep walked along quietly; but the lambs jumped and frisked about, and kicked up their heels in a very funny way. The sheep called out "Baa-a-ah!" and the lambs answered, "Baa-a-ah!" and sometimes it sounded like "Maa-a-ah."
Coosie and Carrie ran up, and licked my hand as I said good-by. Now, were they not dear little pets?
A. F. A.
THE FOURTH OF JULY CAKE.
Fred.—Oh! look here, Bessy and Maggy: come and see the splendid Fourth of July cake that mother has made!
Bessy.—You must not touch it, Fred: mother will be displeased if you touch it.
Fred.—I want to see if she has salted it well. Look at the currants and the raisins!
Bessy.—And how nicely it is sugared and frosted!